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Belonging (A song)
Here's a song I wrote. The concept is still a bit unclear even to myself, but it's basically about fitting in and my personal girl troubles. Hope you'll enjoy it. ...
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Untitled still
Alright here's a story I've started (it's not finished). All critisisms appreciated. --- Prelude “I’m sorry, alright? We can’t be together, it’s not going to work, and I don’t trust ...
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Opiation
Opiation (SImples minds, Complex Lies) Trust in my justiceFall unto prejudice and corporate metaphorsTake my hand and trust thisWe’ll bypass and transcend on these whoresFor GoodAt least…At least
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November light
(A small poem) November Light November light, you’re trying to fit in A place where nobody knows your name November light, look around You don’t belong here Can you see ...
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Martini's and Cigarettes
This is a 'very real' story, so I'm told by one of my good friends. Based in New York. This is the beginning of a story. Perhaps long, perhaps short. ...
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Scars Of Past Mistakes
Red ringed neck, scars of past mistakes The blades mark drips Barbed-wire chokehold on your breath Pink stained red permanently An incomplete circle of regret Let it drip, cleanse the ...
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My Last Sunrise
This is a story I've started writing in relation to my poetry series which really outlines, I think, the story and accentuates the series. So, here it is: Prelude: I ...
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Your Third Eye
Ok. This one's a bit abstract. If any of you have listened to the band TOOL then you'll surely know what this is about. If you haven't I strongly recomend ...
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Opposites, Subtract!
And I scream out for you For the no-one-in-particulars I call my friends And faintly a response surfaces the cold water Only a bubble Not you It was never you ...
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Expressionless Emotions
Dark demonic descriptions left lying on the page Honestly, you want to read it? Nostalgic nothingness, cryptic conversations The kind that no one ever understands And why should they? The ...
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Lone Lee
Alright, here's my latest prose. It'll make a lot more sense if you realise that there's only one person in this, talking to themself. Here it is: Lone Lee Lonely ...
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I won.
(Microsoft word autoname this poem "I won" when I saved it and I thought it was fitting, so that's why I left it.) "I won’t let your shallow, black water ...
