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“Depression is a little bit like happy hour, right? It’s always gotta be happening somewhere, on any given night.” --Patrick Stump: Spotlight (Oh Nostalgia) What follows is the conglomeration of Sixty… -
The Most Simply Accurate Two-Liner I've Ever Written (in my head)
There’s no profound thoughts in my head, So once again I’ll tell myself, “you’re better off dead.” I can't believe I call this shit poetry... -
A Beat I Can Dance To
This playlist runs on repeat Like the insanities inside my head, But at least this has a beat I can dance to, And it doesn’t require screaming Just to drown the cacophony out. -
I'm Not
I’m not the person you want to believe in; I’m the lie lurking beneath my skin, The parasite poisoning my bloodstream, Creeping through my veins with ill intention, And destructive motivations on its mind. I’m not the p… -
Free form, my lover in the end.
Kind of on a roll tonight; not that this is wonderful. Far from it, but I must keep trying my hand at poetry until I love it again. Still feeling ice-cold, though. These scars are made of glass, You can see right thro… -
Blade and Bone
I haven't written a rhyming poem in a while. I once thought it was my forte, but that feels like an eternity ago. No, I'm not asking for sympathy or consideration. You'll be as critical as you want to be, and most of yo… -
Now back to our regular programming.
we all start somewhere- everything begins and everything eventually ends; so I created you, constructed the mold, painted your face, breathed into you life, and gave you a pen. we all begin somewhere; and you began by wr… -
Prose Poem 1-12-11
I've been angry all my life, sitting in the corner, knife-blade pressed to my throat; willing myself to have the courage to do what's always needed to be done; if only my mother'd had the guts to strangle me with the umb… -
30 Minute Poem
30 minutes remain for me to catalogue this day. There's nothing special about today in comparison to every other day; only that I'm striving, searching for thatsomething, that someone who makes every day worth living.29… -
21
Twenty-one years in this box, Twenty-one days in this room, Twenty-one hours labouring over this, Twenty-one seconds on the clock.My, my Where has time gone?Twenty-one years in the same old rut; Twenty-one months with fi…
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