Deep

I long for dreams of oceans deep, of sailing upon the waves, for t'would mean I've had hours of sleep, instead of thoughts depraved. But to sleep would have my friends away, for they live across the world. Aches are a small price to pay, for...

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Technologic

The trappings of man's design leave me with an addiction, a burning need to flee, to leave this world behind, adrift in a self made fiction as my mind, unchained, feels free.

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I Don't Know the Color of His Eyes

I Don't Know The Color of His Eyes I have seen them more that most Yet their color escapes me. I am quite fond of their host But their shade I never see. Every time I take a look I get lost in their luster. My body and spirit shook My...

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High Poem #1

Weed come and take me Then I shall see Take a hit and hold that smoke No, this ain't no joke Clear the mind Hoping not to go blind Imagine crazy shit As if it were a mitt Hunger take control Don't straddle it if it were a fire pole Grab a...

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The Castle

**_The summer breeze blows cooler_** **_The heated days she's known Tumble slowly to the past As she remains alone She ponders as she freezes Her limbs are growing numb The silent games that steal her time As she waits for death to come ...

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Bat Bat Batter Battery

Bat had bats. Bat's bat became black. Black Bat's black bat bit Big Blue. Big Blue bit back at that bat that Black Bat had. That Big Blue buffoon broke that bat that Bat had bought at a Black Bot Black Blue Bat sale. Because Big Blue bit that big...

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Contrasts of Bittersweet

This one has a rhyme to it because it just felt like it needed to be. just another way for me to let myself breathe a little. there's a chill in the air, darkness is there, but my eyes see so vividly now.

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How To Beat Anxiety

First of all harden your gaze Inhale and fill up your glass Remind yourself nobody cares And remember that feelings don't last Sit back and put on a smile And sharpen your tongue with lies Clean your teeth with hatred And wash your hands with...

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Voices

The voices in my head belong to all my friends, a viking here, an officer there egos all around. Refreshed anew by this lead, a soldier bellows 'this is the end!' as I pull out my hair, and roll onto the ground. Contacts ask 'are they...

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Tempo

Forward through time, backwards through space, round and round, still I have no place. Moving, stopping, seeking a thrill, or some kind of message that isn't a bill. All of these people to me have no face, as they all go 'bout the great...

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False Wildness

Raindrops like tears, slide down the road. Carefully trimmed plants strain with all the strength of Earth's lament against the cage of man's design. Perfect shapes for imperfect people as a rogue vine chokes out the steeple. Trees arranged...

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The Promise of Fire

Warmth running through my veins, siren song of flame. It seeks for me to give it the reigns, as if it could be trusted to remain tame. Anger, joy, and righteous pleasure, wonder too, in equal measure. Burning tracks into my brain, the...

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