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WTF did oxford pilot do in the flying abortion he was flying? that question i ask. the darker part of war. that the villagers state is true, the answer. did the canadian pilot DELIBERATELY RAM the german hornisse heavy fighter? no of course not. the oxford broke apart under 20mm cannon fire. and the kraut was hit by debris. but the locals said he knew the hornisse would...

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Halloween

in my cupboards

skeletons hang

still mouths strangers to the songs they sang

 

I take them out

bone-dry and hoar

wan skulls shorn of the locks they wore

 

pelvic sculptures

sharp as a blade

silent shrines to hectic love they made

 

bereft of flesh

that lit my fire

no lithe joints but threads of thin wire

 

hot tears drop on

memories clean,

pick...

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MAYBE

The thought of you alone, only a spirit no physical mechanisms to communicate although I suppose you thought that through?

Maybe you were born knowing and it was your purpose a secret between God and you 

 

Maybe you tried so hard to ignore the pain 

Scared of your thoughts fears of insane

Did you know something that no-one else did 

Had this planned since you were a kid ?

You...

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The patient

"You have been here a few days now",

"Since Saturday", she replied

"And why did you come in here?"

"Because I attempted suicide"

 

She didn't have any worries,

She wasn't sad or happy,

It was blank, emotionless state,

Nothing to do, nothing got her interest,

Now been quite a few time living through this noiseless rhyme,

It was like a vegetative state, living in her mi...

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Broken Friends

(Originally song lyrics for a friend, wrote after the tragic suicide of Chester Bennington)

 

Broken friends 

 

In the backstreets of my mind 

I kicked a ball against a wall

It bounced into a neighbours yard, 

Where, I cut my hand upon a shard

of glass that glittered in the sun, 

Into my mind again I'd run

And wake within this broken life

Upon my wrist I held a kni...

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