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Infinite circles with ends that never meet. Will we rendezvous?
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When the past comes back,
when she floods your mind.
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My heart had changed;
Manipulated.
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Face down in the gutter,
Choking on Summer’s breath.
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Words of wisdom from a man depressed,
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Through the entangled grace
of my sweethearts glare.
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It's morning time,
A faded mirror,
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Competitve in nature,
That is my game.
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The falling human,
As the train changed pace.
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Winter’s light veil,
Forming a dirty brick wall.
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A wind surged through my garden
Tearing branches;
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Love spoke to me,
Through thin veils of autumn’s ashes.
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Oh world on fire,
You worry me when you cry.
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It’s a horror movie,
Like a Shakespearian script
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Oxygen on standby,
Population on fire.
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Sweating, sweating,
I was sweating so dry.
by Trent plus pen
32 lines, 13 comments,
on Mar 6 2:05 AM 2008. In Angst, Dark, Hope, Life, Love, Pain, Personal, Society, Sad, Thoughts
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Impromptu acts of kindness
Push me to the moon,
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You make me spit,
Words of hate,
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I stare daftly
At these stamps on my wrist,
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To question us,
Is to question my existence,
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The clock turned thrice,
And we began to see –
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Tears slid -
Down these ill-shapen cheeks,
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Regurgitated and spat back out,
Dribble down your cold moist lips.
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Blonde locks and blue eyes, / She should have been an object of desire, / A picture perfect beauty, / With a life so full of love. / But in
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Diminished, touching the night / It's dark tiled roof, / Glowing in the starlight / Weatherboard house number 25, / Secrets your walls hold
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Magnetised to my bed, / Staring into the dark. / The bedside alarm sounds, / It will never awake me. / Snooze again. / Always on snooze. /
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Perfection is unlimited, / And here I lay, / In this shallow top drawer / Lacking appreciation and life. / Oh, curse the life of a thumbtac
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The music sadistically pulsed louder / As I tried desperately to lose my self in the ebb. / The loud strings and screaming lungs fought a b
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The Birth: / A bouncing baby boy / So fresh and so new / Took his first gulp of air / From a world or pain / A world of fear / A world of
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Good evening pen, it’s been a while
Here’s my excuse for narrow-minded betrayal
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Tommy brought a gun to school He found it in the living room
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Next time you walk past my cell, don’t stare Don’t Stare
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