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My name is Beck

My name is Beck

Kettle

Kettle

The world is constantly spinning
I can’t seem to settle
I’m not winning
Heating up like a kettle
 
I’m reaching my boiling point
Where do I go from here
Is there any point
Not sure if this is fair

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One sided love

A feeling that is unfortunately ti… Not a poem that is rhyme-less, It makes sense, but feels tense. I swear we shared something real, I am not quite sure of your ordeal…
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Lesson piano, by Henri Matisse
speak to me

You are listening to songs, that m… I end up with sleepless nights so… I get high to think of something e… and I meditate to feel like my tho… I don’t know when I didn’t feel t…
Inner demons

It speaks my words And breaths my name It makes me wanna go insane It laughs at my pitty Screams out the truth
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cycle

How many times must we heed this c… Will we see the veil lifted from o… Blankets of snow covers our memori… We are back to the beginning. Full speed on a train wreck of two…
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Afraid of Summer

Would you hate me if I admitted I… The blossoming trees, and bright b… remind me of when we first met. I can smell the flowers, and hear… How can something so beautiful, br…
Summer evening on the beach at Skagen. The painter and his wife., by Peder Severin Krøyer
You

The real life I live is in my hea… It’s the thoughts I have before I… I replay every conversation I've… Im not sure if that's good or bad. I wish I could speak freely witho…
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trial run

I’m back home now. Sure that you have moved on - that you are doing just fine. Today is your day off, it’s hot out– I wonder
Truth in the misery

The days pour into the next Leaving me nothing Except me I close my eyes I try and make the stars aline
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Preparing for the Matinee, by Edmund C. Tarbell
honestly

Sometimes my actions don’t match m… It feels kind of absurd. That when I speak, I don’t always… Think a thought, speech is slurred… Open mic, spoken word.
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Rest during the flight to Egypt, by Gerard David
The universe provides

The rain stopped And the dew drops Are glistening Like stars, beckoning the truth Against my wet window
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chasing summer days

The sun is beating down on the cit… and its closer than ever before. Everyone seems to be getting up, and chasing the heat. Absorbing it with what little time…
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Grey

What ever is black and white, Does not describe tomorrow . What is grey, describes the next 7… A hollowed out truth, nothing expe… We tore down the walls of tomorrow…
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Harmony in red, by Henri Matisse
red balloon

It’s really hard for me to picture… living the life of your dreams. I just always thought we would experience things togethe… Everyone I speak to
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ain

can beauty exist without pain can the rain-forest exist without the cries from the rain the novelty of remembering one’s n… is like a creature in the great te…
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skinny love

I came here on accident, best acci… Isn’t it clever, how these memorie… A love so slim, it made my blood r… Could never ever begin, the pain t… Lies were your actions, the truth…
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