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Roses lined with golden powder,So beautiful,So pure,So deceiving,The spell is upon me,Can I make it to my ever-retreating door of freedom or will these colors once again keep me?On my pony I fly by my life and laugh,The colors are so sharp I am really seeing it all,I love my invisible pony,I can do anything Read more
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Drip, drip, drop,Drip, drip, drop,Rain dripping down sploshing on the damp wet ground,Rain dripping down thudding the top of my roof as I listen,Rain dripping down tripping and trapping against the windows by which I sit,Rain dripping down urgling and gurgling in my head I can hear it,Drip, drip, drop,Drip, drip, drop,Rain pouring down slip Read more
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False PromiseI am despair,I consume all and release nothing from my grasp of steel,I have slayed the greatest of men and fell the mightiest of beasts,I am despair relentless and overbearing,A thief of always,The sun does not shine here and hope is not birthed,I am despair,I promise and destroy,I end lives with the false promise Read more
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dear mr. Police man, I went to school today and my teacher saw my bruises so she called you and you gave me a smile. my mommy never smiles at me. Dear Mr. Police man, You came to my house today in your big car with its cool flashing red and blue lights. My daddy Read more
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What is hope?A dying ember that ebbs and flows on the flame of life.What is hope?The end of me?The last touch of fingertips before a plummet to an inevitable death.What is hope?The death of me.The birth of my all-encompassing despair.What is hope?But a curse.A binder to a life I do not wish for.A chain to Read more
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Rehab,The place where wedding rings disappear and marriages are put on hold,Rehab,A place where fourteen days of knowing someone equals a lifetime,Rehab,Where men and women come back to pick up their much to young soul mates,Rehab,Brains still maturing on mommy and daddies’ dime,Rehab,Reaper of rings. Read more
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My will has gone out,I am trapped in a hallway with no end or beginning,The only light is from holes,Tiny little holes on handless doors,Impenetrable doors of steel and ice and brick,Doors I will never breach,Doors of which I can peek through endless hope filled holes,Holes containing that which is sacred,Love attachment and joy,Doors I Read more
Losing Alaska 