days on end

i have all these great intentions i want to die knowing holding myself together not touching the walls surrounding an interior ready to fall i crumble crawl to the screen push my way through to understand voices relentlessly waiting for you

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Border Wall (chaos ensues)

stone upon stone i build this wall Would you still like me love me if you knew the words cluttered inside? If i painted a picture of my mind the tendrils of poison that caused us blind? I am careless and messy with days i dont care for you or me not willing to share…

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Heading out and feeling guilty…

Life is full. Rapturous. Engaging. how easily swiftly defeatingly im drug back to the war zone -death. Sometimes death frees more than the person gone. Other times it chains hearts to dreams and wishes. And then there is death that haunts forever. I think our Creator is wrong… love will not save the world. Unless…

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woods

woods to myself a disciplined dancer knowing a poet veer to his path stumble along flounder land a fish learn the ropes always get up again There are days of being lost in the woods, not knowing the fate, but just being a wanderer – That’s life -Anonymous My truth at the moment… the freedom…

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tomorrow

Does it bother -you or me the way tinsel hangs on the tree or static waves -adjust cling us to every thing and then we discuss? i wonder where i am going with this poem? It hit me… wham! while brewing the morning coffee. It feels unfinished. Perhaps i do have more planned days ahead……

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bullshit and bile

In everyone’s “I’m not going to be phony, phoniness… ” Ah, I just need to gripe to someone. I can feel the volcanic ash rising. I’ve been burnt… smoldering for years. I need to release the trash compiled… hidden in recesses and crevices and tunnels. Cut the crap! Get to the point! I leaf through…

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fringe of society

their tentacles are woven into my brain… yours too? how do i know? i traced the lines attached to the train, i rode into the city to witness The Art and the crude reality while free-falling floating on the fringe of society and fog there, i rested outside of time in the middle of a…

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better days

each breath joins the next yet… i am a seed -burnt thrown aside guts torn out and in secret you gloat at my ruin to wither in concrete my soiled mind turnt bitter what became of us and better days jealous rage and infernos beamed high in soot -i cry yet each breath joins the…

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