Category: Poems
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Crumbling
My psyche is heavy Anger splashes gently The anchor drops below But I was never ready Inhale what you can carry May it float with ease Within the boat it’s scary You’ll fall down quietly Calling all survivors This is where you belong Along the side of fire You burn or burn it down
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I’m sorry, I’m trying.
At times he cries himself to sleep at night, as his head and heart feel weak, he tries, to hold on sometimes, it might get better, maybe it’s a fluke or it’s just the weather. Never did he plan to become this kind of man, a hopeless romantic who cannot even stand, in front…
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I’m not angry, I’m fucking Raging
call me the aggressor come meet your professor proceed take one step closer look me in the eyes do you think I’m lying? think again; the answer is no oh how could I not Remember you’re not capable of REAL thinking REAL feeling, REAL Respect you have no clue of true existence, do you?…
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Human
Leopard jacket; cheetah maybe She takes a drag as he runs in the snow That indeed is her baby Full of optimism he is; her lungs on death row Just outside building 400, north country Their simple relationship I find, Diligently, she hits her baby Not the playful, but the broken line Smokey…
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Blooming Ignorance
Come outside; play with me my friend. Presence of yours desired; here and away we’ll have great fun you see! For after all, loneliness will haunt you until the end. A crippling old tree, a clown without glee, Melancholy brand, resembling that of Thanatos is what you seem to be, to me. Isolated, the…
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Deafening Beauty
A dead flower is like a hopeless romantic; broken and shattered on the inside. But when given the opportunity to shine, that flower can light a thousand souls. Pedals of arms, giving love across a barren field. Emptiness that blooms and glows above. Dead flowers, no longer living, yet so full of life. …
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Life is a circus
Walking on a tight rope; some might say is more than ordinary to the eye. But when that rope gets weak and begins to decay, the thoughts of death linger about your mind. A circus, the world, diversity abroad, these tight ropes wonder about. Every human soul, face around attains a rope, waiting for…
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Introspection
A dream of a new world, Despite these harmful fucking birds Flying with antithetical means, As the materialistic views burn. A hypocrisy of outspoken angelics, Soaring through concealed opaque skies, Blasting their visions; bringing blatant lies, Demolishing of dreams; single-handedly digging graves to die. Reconstruction of the damaged domain, Relentlessly diffusing unheard truths,…
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Decisions
As I sit in this room I can’t help but think about the thoughts in my head I can’t seem to erase you tell me you’re fine when you’re bound to sink my head is still pondering on what I can’t face Truth must be told I love you, I do but here I…
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Thoughts Acute
I ain’t got time playing games with you. I ain’t got no time for sharing thoughts of blue. I’ve lost my mind running circles today. I’ll find it fine does it have to be this way? I ain’t got much time sitting blank in this room. I ain’t got any time can I…
Andrew Donin 