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 Her broken heart stopped in mid beat out the door a man stomp down the street a little boy crying for her peeks out around the table corner... [read more] |
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The darkened sky swarm with ravens animals below scuttle to havens to get away from the growing dark while the clouds blacken and the thunde... [read more] |
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Claws and fangs rip and tare the humble folks true and fare all trapped in wood and stone a chilling voice to the bone people turn on each o... [read more] |
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I stand there, waving these people I once knew leaving they don't wave back they just look ahead never looking never lisining to my crys my... [read more] |
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Death, reality. Life, fiction. it is no longer reality that I fear, it is the fiction of life. [read more] |
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She thretens me tempts me to let loose I won't, I can't I refuse to lose control they say we abuse them what about when they abuse us if I... [read more] |
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At the stroke of midnight the bellfree rung in the nearby tree the lark's song sung by warm river two sit down on it's banks of dry grassy g... [read more] |
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always expecting and never forgetting of the man he wants me to be can I forgive him, he wants me to be him I don't think he will ever see w... [read more] |
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Secluded in a quiet room my tender thoughts begin to loom images of summer spring and fall thought of escape rise thaen fall in the black of... [read more] |
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You try to use me, my poetry. I can't turn it on and off but I don't think you understand. You try to use guilt to make me work for you it t... [read more] |
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Traded me for her Never a second glance three weeks compaired to three years but I understand I am only a nobody [read more] |
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A fearsome fire pop and crackle the chains above clink and rattle a crippled skeleton long since dead broken limbs and severed head twas a v... [read more] |
 by Jeph Johnson pity the painter whose strokes betray brilliance battling alcohol early ideas clear with conscience soon became ... [read more] |
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In the darkest corner of the alley is where you will find me, Slumped in a position of discomfort, Staring at old photos, memories, As I liv... [read more] |
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Why do we ware this mask of stress and hurt? As we go through the days and weeks I realize that the people that hurt us Aren't enemy's... [read more] |