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What happens in a closed mind when words fall on deaf ears and you become shackled.
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I never lived with my father, though he is a great kind man he has a memory that he just won't let go. This is for him, something I wish for him to h..
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This poem is about a cruel encounter in which we have all had at one point in our lives. There will always be someone praying on the good hearts.
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I'm starting to write from deep down, revealing my childhood and this is the start. Just a memory, here I begin a new chapter of my poetry.
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It's in dark time's,I find myself rummaging,burrowed in fiction,this place,mental.An institution for the wicked,filled with Gothic sculptures,where he..
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Smoke gray eyes recede,as the laughing skull catches fire,thy inner creature awaits,struggling your body rocks,hands crossed bound tightly,everything..
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This is about my childhood, memories that I have slivers of left.
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I find it hard to use my voice, these white pages are a strength, the gateway to my soul.
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This poem is about a father losing his child only he didn't know till it was all to late.
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I am a weight in the water,
drifting, watching, falling.
The untuned note,
bending, fading, floating away
Color in the horizon,
masterful, spon..
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