I'm Going Home

Keep it under your pillow, And dream of things you always wanted Keep it under your pillow, And remember things you won't forget. Keep a piece of me with you, And hope we'll meet again.

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Same Old, Same Old

A Slave of Routines. I am a slave of routines, and I am a dog to my addictions. I am helpless to fears, and I am hopeless to my dreams. I am a man flawed, and I can't help that. Through taking stock, I found a broken husk of a kid, a soul with...

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Juxtapose

Pushing, pulling, the waves come up the shore Taking away pieces of land for its own The wind is silent for once Leaving the waves, the birds, to speak out Clouds hang around the sky Unsure of their direction, floating aimlessly The sun...

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a quiet dark

trapped feelings of anger can't get out no one to shout at nothing to shout at he wants to see her again but it's dark he can see a dim light above maybe she's out there maybe she's down here his thirst to explore is to...

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Home

... Cold rooms in a cold house. ... A stove in the living room hasn't been used in a long time. Night falls down, bringing stars and shadows. ... It's been a long time since I have been here. The floors still the same. The windows still the...

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A Poem.

Seven islands, an archipelago. Rivers run through each, carving them. Currents crash against them. A raging storm, a free spirit. A solid mountain, a willow tree. A tortoise, and a bull. There is a lone wolf. Earthquakes happen, and...

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Wolf

I can't make the piano keys move I can't make dulcet words sing And the stories can't write themselves So why am I scared of the truth And I find myself second guessing That my life would ever get well Nightingale, please take my...

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