Inspired by Joan Baez’s incisive “Little Green Worm,” which anatomises a single conscience consumed by moral decay, The Symphony of the Worms extends her vision to the collective: the network of complicity, the chorus of ambition and fear that sustains corruption. Where Baez’s worm feasts on empathy and reason in one mind, this poem tracks the worms as they orchestrate an entire ...

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They come with little in their hands, from burned-out homes and broken lands. Their hopes are packed in bags of thread, their pasts erased, their futures bled. The children walk through desert air, their fathers drown in deep despair. No one who leaves a home intact will ever choose a life like that. But those who watch them at the gate are tired too, and bear their weight. They se...

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We carry wounds which no one sees, Stripped bare by the world's quiet indifference. A life lost, forgotten by time's cruel hands, Moments of sorrow fade beneath others' noise. A bomb bursts, its weight unseen, And the rubble settles—no one comes to mourn. We sit with our aching bodies, Alone in a world that turns its back. A sickness takes root, And the world moves on—too busy, too ...

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It is not a fable or a fairy tale,

even a child could understand my plea

that is why I speak loudly and vehemently

 

I am outraged to see

how those who wield power,

supported by uniforms and boots

see us as nincompoops,

weaving narratives of a distorted history

as if nothing had been there

 

Their very accommodated stories

build paper monuments to their heroes o...

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tear out this heart, take it to the aching hearse

hang the coffin in the carcus of feeling

float a sanctuary around my waist,

then take me to the water to scream.

 

Thank you for reading! Also a thank you to the mighty Florence Welch for bringing back some of my creativity. Spending a Friday afternoon with ‘Lungs’ was both entertaining and inspiring. My first one of the year.

 

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Its mid 70s the families of liverpool they struggle 

Born babies the products of scandal and trouble 

A woman in love at the time with a drinker 

mentality destructive disturbed man dark thinker

He cared not a lot for his sons wife or health 

Inside relives torture he's suffered himself 

The wife didn't know this she cant understand 

This was not what the vows read when gave h...

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No-one likes to see tears, that

Liquid form of human distress,

Yet human life being what it is

They render make-up a mess

 

I'd never observed you weep

Your trusting eyes always dry,

Till catching me with Matilda

Made you break down and cry

 

Tears clear the air like a purifier

Provoking a quantum of sympathy

From anyone that can summon

A minimum degree of em...

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I have been

Seen 

Death has held me

Life has killed me

But you still think

You have the right

To give me advice

As if you’re above me

If you let me speak

You might learn

Something

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You call me selfish for trying to take what is mine, and mine only, and do with it as I wish

 

Your claim and the belief behind it, is even more so

 

And, though you may not realize, all you are doing is prioritizing your pain over mine

 

You pacify your fear of heartache with my suffering

 

So tell me true, if you were in my shoes - if you overlooked your own feelings to e...

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Empathy is
not your
Strong suit.

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I'm just a number,
Put me in the back.
One of these days,
I swear I'll fucking snap.

Always keeping it in,
Forever pushing it down.
One day I'll strike this match
And burn this place to the ground.

Empathy is a curse,
A color I wear well.
I'm sick of always wondering
How other people feel.

I don't take care of myself,
I just bury my own bone.
I'm always there for everyone
But ...

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When, at the end of a complicated season

of argument and negotiation

I check, and find that the moon is dark.

And will soon be new,

 

I consider the things undone

That will not now be done

And the things unexplained

Which will leave large pools of dissatisfaction

 

And I breathe out, out, emptying the air

From my lungs, and the worries

From my head; letting it a...

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Pity those who act wild in the midst of anger,
who rant and rave and resort to slander,
for they are hurting beyond the limits of control,
to help them we must find the hurt in their soul...

For some it will be the sudden arrival of pain,
in others there may be some shocking shame,
what matters for all is to seek out the true cause,
and let it be known for it is conjecture t...

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'The Lady of the House
Wia,
Whom he loves'

within these ruined walls
you lived
loved
played
laughed
cried
worked

- died

long gone now
only dust remains
yet carved painted stones
bring testimony
of your life
and warmth
down through the years
and suddenly
you are almost
close enough to touch

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