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Damn 

What if I fail 

What if everything that I hope to accomplish 

Becomes reality 

What if I really be on mtv 

Would that  change a “U don’t mean shit to me” 

To you mean the most to me 

Let me stop 

Let me pause 

I never did good 

So I never got a round of applause 

Always found myself behind bars 

For not following the laws 

It seems crazy I always wanted...

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Three Nocturnes

 

Three Nocturnes

 

While poring over dusty corners of an ancient night

I sang in darken'd evening flight, a voice edged

by the pain of doubt, a tempered blade to fight

an inner shout; the fearful dredge

of insomnia, the purgatory of my silent gaze;

remembrance too of sultry Australian dog days.

 

South-West karris loom ink-black, and rustle

as night-walkers, stepp...

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a toast to the afterlife

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here’s to the afterlife —

what fate does the day after The Last Day hold?

doubt ,

doubt consumes man’s faith .

down into the depths of the pit

my mind descends ,

down to the caverns ,

the walls closing in .

the light dwindles ,

crushed under the weight of this apparent reality .

hopeless and helpless ,

lonely and tired .

beaten down by the endless sorrow .

di...

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Swaying of a Bird

Trepidatiously the wings of a bird may sway,

Breezing through the air with shallow willows,

Gushing in and out of the crevice created by my mind.

 

Oh but the wind does not sway this elegant being,

It may be pushed but seldom unbalanced,

I seek the feathers.

 

Though the sky’s mouth may gape above and scatter its light,

The bird will remain in a secular path,

As thoug...

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Red Velvet Sand

I feel the pricks of sand beneath my tender hands,

As though I were sat atop a shattered glass beach,

With my head cocked towards the blissful Sky.

 

I don't understand how this could be;

As I do not feel,

the pain of others within the crevices of my fingers.

 

For I was born to rain upon this world,

In magnificent showers.

 

But where I am now

-- between the se...

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Ashes of a Phoenix

Looking towards my hands,

I feel them mutter a tone,

Of disdain and sadness,

Dirty and pale, bleeding out from within.

 

The colors of the honeycomb which is my life,

Building in a way to demonstrate the failures and flaws of my being,

To make it simply this: I feel trapped.

 

Trapped between the Rock and the grass of an ever developing future,

One, of course, that I ...

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am i selfish?

Note: there is some strong language in this. it's not too bad. it's not too excessive, either. one word in here twice, i think. and if you're wondering, yes, the colors mean something. and yes, im genuinely asking a question to you, the reader. and to the person this is about. but i pray he never reads or finds this. anyway, enjoy.

 

Am I selfish for wanting another hug? 

I handed you the...

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Wallflowers

The music begins again.
You wallflowers who came
with the dance in mind
and empty hands to hold—
skulking along the fringe,
afraid to join in,
but more afraid to leave.
She comes.

You wither at her gaze,
hoping, not hoping
she is looking at you;
Would it mean more?
A joke, a fluke, a trick,
or perhaps a friend—
If you don’t see
will she leave?

Wallflower dancer
shaking and jiv...

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Doubt

Though I am surrounded

I am the loneliest person

Though I am celebrated

I am forever losing

 

Though I am revered

I am despised in one's eyes

Though I am loved

I am hated, truly hated

 

Though I walk with many

I am the lone walker

Though I hear your sincerity

I am deafened by self pity

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Thirty.

 

 
I’m never going to be thirty,
I’m never going to win,
I’m always going to wonder,
If I’m ready to begin.
I’m never going to be thirty,
My years should always stick,
Beheld at twenty,
With youth a plenty,
And wild hearts fast and thick.
I’m never going to be thirty,
My body cannot change,
So a splendid birthday party,
May you not arrange.
I’m never g...

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the red regret of Thomas

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the red regret of Thomas

my fingers drip crimson apologies
but now it’s far too late

I wanted to feel the red in you
to let the steaming  coils
wrap themselves around my disbelief

so when you offered your wounds
I was cautious at first
but needed to satisfy fears

apprehension turned
to blood lust
even as the sticky mess of truth
congealed upon my skin

tears dribbled down my ...

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Mountebank

innards laid out, divined,

bloodless cold tripe

that cast insight on the plight of

who?  

these maladroit

broadcasts naught

but considered shite

a drama of the here and now

in as many acts

as you can swallow

just breathless gasping

in the vacuum-packed plastic

of this necrotic head

that tonight bleeds a deviant intramural

spring wash along...

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artlessdoubt

The Communications Trilogy Pt:3 Telephone

Hello friends

 It's been a long time coming but Pt:3 of The Communications Trilogy is finally upon us. This time concentrating on the dreaded audio device of menace, the telephone.

 I've been fairly productive recently so I will be uploading a couple more Poems in quick succession, please take the time to have a look and as always feedback is welcomed.

 

Telephone

 

Lost...

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What Price Freedom ?

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chemtrails, yes chemtrails
not contrails
contrails are normal
chemtrails are abnormal

we have a problem
with chemtrails obscuring
our blue skies

lethargic population drugged
through our drinking water
artificial additives corrupt what
we foolishly accept as food

we have a problem
with chemtrails obscuring
our blue skies

we don’t care about our world
it is all be...

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