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The Oneirocritic said,
“Don’t run from death.
It’s only God calling
His children home for supper.”
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Isn’t it funny how someday won’t ever come? Or how such a happy child can be turned into nothing more than a depressed soul?
Isn’t..
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Dear You,I wish you'd Look me in the eyesWhen I say " You caused this..."I wish you'd Look me in the eyesWhen I say "You disappointed me..."I wish som..
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I hope I fall, and I never come back
I have given it all up
I do not belong, and I will never
But with a mouth full of your little, colorful cure..
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I tell you,
It’s something that hurts
Me from the inside, out
It claws and tears-
Rips and growls�"
No, it’s hush-hush
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You know I would
Never hurt you
When I am in my mood
My head splitting and brain melting
When I am beating on myself
And beating on you
Wh..
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You treat me like a w***e
Some damn prostitute
That you can slap around
In the back of an alley
Push me against the wall
Against the dumpsters
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Have not I given you anything
But a tomorrow,
Dressed as pixies
Dancing in the meadows
Next to drained, moon-dipped
Rivlets
Falling off cliffs
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I think, if I were to kill myself, I'd probably jump of a building.
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This poem, I guess, talks about my dad, and my feelings about him leaving our family.
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