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word salad
I want to drill holes in my head and play my brain like a flute i want ravaging panda bears to skip on a pond and dance to the beat ...
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the unnamed story part 1(where in our hero meets death)
I have no idea how long I had been walking then again I didn’t even know who I was or how I got into this desert, I knew was that ...
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A toast
A toast to he who he who has brought us here to he who has released us to he who has watched us he was there all the time watching ...
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True trickery is false(part one)(Over 13)
True trickery is false(part one) I am no hero, I am no saint, hell even antagonists would back away in revulsion from the mere mention of my name . I ...
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Vox
Vox ----------- Do ye find yer self depraved and afraid If so let us cut out the source of yer pain Let us cut out the heart If ye find ...
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Peace and solitude
Peace and solitude (some have said this is depressing, you have been warned) ------------------------ The light has abandoned you to me Why do you persist Why do you insist That ...
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head trauma (this is a very short poem)
a madding pain like no other it tears my brain asunder a madding pain in my head i think that i shall soon be dead
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This great November
This great November The clouds seek to hurt my eyes So I tell them I am already blind But alas they just sit up there And chat about old facts ...
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paradise
Paradise If the rising sun and ocean tides Are a bliss unto your mind Then stay and help us dine If the dancing winds and crying skies Are thronged in ...
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the prequel
this is the prequel to the unnamed story, some one asked me if i would post it on its own the prequal: I am so tired……..tired of morals, tired of ...
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Oh how I long for it
Oh how I long for it I realize that the scars on my skin run deeper than any spring can cure so I cut into my skin as the blood ...
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Thank you
I thank those who drove me mad and those who told me my happiness would not be had for you showed me how to fight and you showed me that ...
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The unnamed story part 2
(where in our hero find out more about death then he would like to know) Where was I, I tried to remember something anything, but the only thing I could ...
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Old Saying
Old Saying You know that old saying “live ever day like it was your last” i disagree i think we ...
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too long
Too long Too long have we been controlled by the eyes in the sky too long have we been just ...
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dreamland
Dreamland They say the world is full of cracks and pours so who am I to argue with the moor ...
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the muse
The muse --------------------- i seek the music that will give enlightenment to the eye of my mind i seek a ...
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a silvery black sky
As I look up into the black silvery sky, I feel as if someone is pouring antifreeze into my veins As I glance upon gilded jesters drinking until there fill ...
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theater 3
my favorite has been forgotten and been gone a long time heard only by people who weaze and breath only fine wine sticks of burning light high up in the ...
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i cant think of a name for this poem
If you find the light and then you loose your sight, Then you as well have been hounded By the hunters of time. If you get your freedom And then ...
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The unnamed story
The unnamed story A very special thank you to everyone who bullied me, outcasted me, and insulted me when I was young without that childhood trauma I may never have ...
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you look, but do you see?
the fallowing poem uses grammer in weird ways.............you have been warned: do dep dop de do and la de, do you care for nothing and like to go no where ...
