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A quick poem exploring my tendency to over analyse everything, rather than watch things unfold.
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Deadlines besiege me, as stress pennoned limbsache for action, yet, procrastination consumes me.I know relief will come, when: task completeI can trul..
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leaning close, your watery, bloodshot eyeattempts to focus, yet fails each time.your breath belies a day spent working,as your sterile, whisky soaked ..
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long the gears have slowed their turn,blunt edge blurs each mindful stare,watchful state does not discern,accelerated, life, it burns.lost the gaze, t..
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I search, I lookfor sublime touch,Of meaning inthe dirt and dust.A shred, a crack,a false perception,scrying clues of misdirection:more to life,greate..
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rainfall paints the car park with a darker hue, givingdepth to its once flat surface, so that headlightsdrill down and refract, in its now mirrored fa..
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normalcy.the minds attemptto squeezeuniform meaningfrom the scolding chaoswhich permeatesevery square inchof this perceived reality.corn fed geese, fa..
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This was the first poem I ever wrote! It was some point in my teenage years if I remember correctly.
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midnight hair, cascades(is caught)flush against alabaster skin,blood red lips bloom with sudden ferocityin their bed of purest white, so they standas ..
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the creases worn upon my hands -stretch back,run the course of lifetime past,others shaped as they shape meandcontra to erosions role,the lines, they ..
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