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Gut full of rocks and head the sam… I guess I’m stone washed but these jeans are mine and no one elses, when you think leave I
Shadows, A sad man’s reflection all to hide his complexion you can try to run or hide but your shadow is your dark side
The more things change The more I feel strange The times on my mind Are hard to find real But somehow still remains
love is like a rollercoaster you build up all these emotions like fear of falling and suspense of reaching the top, anticipation and its purest, once you get up the hill you have to mak...
We all sit here and take a look. Comparing lives on a fake book, seeing how you’re photoshopped fac… For what, just to pass some time.
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
To be a poet. Is it knowing self-worth? If that is truly something, It wasn’t given at birth. Words are sharp, they cut like kni…
Haven’t you heard! There is srength by numbers My family has been torn for years… What reasons, I wondered. Now we are like strangers.
I hear all the wind, whispers and… For only the wise listen to the ea… With no intent to reply, Only to understand. Why can’t I be like that wise old…
Insecure the feelings here steer this car Not a clue to where I’ll go
your cigarette glows over the TV… grey clouds emanate in this grotes…
There was a time, a story, and a t… A eager girl clung to a trunk and… Motors rumbled the mind of a man b… Bells struck, as did hammers, the… His cries unheard, climbing anothe…
i see past the horizon, beyond the… If people only knew how fast a min… These blue eyes see past grey skie…
Write a poem, just another one, Another minute Another death, an unappreciated br… Just the two of us, my heart, your…
The last cigarette, glowing to the end smoke rises, killing to fill your hunger
