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- Shoved back down (Lyrics) at allpoetry
I don't know how/I don't know why/
but I guess I just lost my mind/for awhile/ - [ My writing sucks ] at allpoetry
My writing sucks
like a rusty hinge - Add more spin (Lyrics) at allpoetry
So many choices
like a kaleidoscope - Black|20/20|White at allpoetry
All the perfect days
could never quite connect - Predatory Manipulation at allpoetry
You want to climb high,
to taste the rarefied air at the top. - H-a-P-P-Y at allpoetry
Hey, hey...I've just gotta get happy
somehow, someway - Rocket-ride (Lyrics) at allpoetry
Your'e broken, I can't fix you, I can only fix me, so baby,
- Rhetorical question at allpoetry
The trees are talking today with a whisper rustle
the young ones speak bough to bough - Canvas Eyes at allpoetry
the art of living, life painted with lines of red and blue
streaks of yellow, running through - Permission to be at allpoetry
A million little tasks
The pursuit of money - Soul Spinning at allpoetry
I keep trying to sit down
and yet I cancel myself or - On the border of the Otherlands at allpoetry
Pain, like a stabbing needle - now fading. Cold, cold for so long that the world has shifted on its axis - Greenfire at allpoetry
The acrid scent of leaves burning like Canadian reds - Truth & Reality (Lyrics) at allpoetry
Another one vaguely to a tune by Counting Crows I don't like who I am when you're around - These small wishes (Lyrics) at allpoetry
Lyrics - Male Voice - mostly to a tune by Counting Crows There's packages that don't come - - at allpoetry
Like a Christmas bow once so beautiful - Brittle Blow at allpoetry
Lyrics-vaguely to something by Alice in Chains Wicked winds & - [ Gone, gone along, ] at allpoetry
Gone, gone along, something more, - Sparrow's Song (Lyrics) at allpoetry
There's something strange about the city, it's deceptive and divine, - Striking Thunder at allpoetry
Striking Thunder! The rage of red diamonds - [ It takes an ear that doesn't hear ] at allpoetry
It takes an ear that doesn't hear to listen to the whispers of change- - First taste of winter at allpoetry
snowflakes driven from the sky sailing bits of fluffy down - Untitled at allpoetry
Faith, a single white feather - Gilded Devotions at allpoetry
Sacrilegious thought- Hail Mary! - Party of One at allpoetry
Pie, my sweet friend, you're a chocolate sensation, - Breaking the Rage at allpoetry
Anger, sharp and pointed twisting, turning, drilling into my breast - Capturing forest light at allpoetry
Earthy musk, moss-still air, - It's all upskirt & downlow around here (Lyrics, needs rework) at allpoetry
(Lyrics, slow) Spent my whole life in school - Just past the cemetary, you gotta get off (lyrics, needs rework) at allpoetry
(Lyrics) On the way to work today - "Night-time" at sharepoetry
Neifling curses, nine times nine / Ignorance feeding ignorance / Great men facing giants / Holding ten poles all of a height / Tightly testing / | / Tenuous resolve, lightning fear residing / In each heart, instantly / Making each a more - Through the Penumbra at sharepoetry
Why do we choose to live / with this wound up clockwork, / pressure building as we / let the gatekeeper / wind and wind and wind / / Where our wings used to be / he twists and winds / the keyholes to manipulate our spines and / release - [ Peace; be of good fortune. ] at allpoetry
Peace; be of good fortune. / Hush now and listen to / the sound of fate / as it sprinkles gently down / upon each head. / It does not cut like shards of destiny, / but falls softly in simple rings, / - Asking Purpose at allpoetry
Even if in life you can never finish anything, / in death, everything will be finished, / only to reveal the true secret that / in every end lies a new beginning / and through time the circle / will continue to - Cold teacups, sitting lonely at allpoetry
Today, I saw the true metaphor for my life / deep inside green tea echoes left behind / in cold teacups. It didn't matter that the milk / had curdled in my green tea with it's lemony zest because that's how life is - Light’s Munitions at allpoetry
This city, it pretends to be vibrant with life, / yet it has no soul. / Here, there are only a few white souls left / to maintain the lonely outposts along the curved paths of the weir / and to guide seekers t
