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 An uppercut has a way Of loosening up your thoughts Like the one that jolted him For the last time Before the mist Of blood and sweat Could... [read more] |
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When did I start missing you? When did I start wanting you? Where did these feelings come from? Where did this ache in the pit of my stomach... [read more] |
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It’s dark in here. The floor is cold on my derriere, As I hide in the back of my closet. No one to talk too, No one to confide in. All these... [read more] |
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I could be, The one for you. I could, Make you happy. I could, Give you everything my heart has to give. I could, Make you smile when... [read more] |
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I wrote this poem a long time ago. I think after the first time I dumped Greg. In my time of loneliness, I need a friend, But no one reac... [read more] |
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Many rhythms in a beat, Make me want to move my feet, Many rhythms in a beat. Dancing in the night, In the dull moon-light. Many rhythms in... [read more] |
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Tiger in the night, Avoiding the light, Tiger in the night. Hiding carefully, Pouncing gleefully. Tiger in the night, Avoiding the light. [read more] |
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Do not tell me you love me, If you really mean good-bye. Do not hold me tight, If you are just going to throw me to the curb. Do not hold my... [read more] |
 I have so much anger I can’t even write- It’s been eating at me, Day and night. I can’t get it out- I can’t find the words, It never makes s... [read more] |
 he fell in love with a vision and a dream such a vision and a beauty or so she seemed he gave her his heart and his soul then the vision... [read more] |
 The first Christmas, the day begun, Two millenniums ago in Bethlehem. Christ was born under the brightest star, In a cold stable in a land a... [read more] |
 A Turkey's Tale [read more] |
 Tell me why everything must be so damn hard make me understand memories washing over taking over me leaving me sitting here on the shore loo... [read more] |
 The carrion crow is bursting Thanks to the young men from Lancashire Gangrenous innards adorning the French valley Mrs Utterbridge at home... [read more] |
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Love is my addiction but folly is my drug feelings are forgotten swept deep beneath my rug. Hatred is my home and within it I am cold lost... [read more] |