Anthony Nacrelli
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what drives me to drinkA Poem by Anthony NacrelliI've got me an old lady names sallyshe's a mean and ruthless hag.You can catch me day dreaming dailyabout the day I snap.Tell her how much I hate her... |
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And so Ben Kept JumpingA Poem by Anthony NacrelliI was taking care of Benjamin,when I stopped by her housefor a visitFor herIt was never thatshe wasn't sexy enough,or that she wasn't clever enough,or.. |
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A reason to writeA Poem by Anthony NacrelliSometimes I write to embrace,sometimes I write to escape--and sometimes I writeJust because I can't pray.Most of the time it's to maintain my zealmost.. |
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GloryA Poem by Anthony NacrelliShots fired on a September evening.Underneath the warm red glow of her newly furnished home,there we stoodher name was gloryand when I looked at her t.. |
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A brief essay concerning worryA Story by Anthony NacrelliThis is a brief essay designed to discuss the phenomenon of worry other wise called angst or dread. Which may very well be the most persistent of all.. |
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Stroke of insightA Poem by Anthony NacrelliA poem involving masturbation |
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Will this candle flicker and die?A Poem by Anthony NacrelliThere's a candle,and it sits right behind my rib-cage.There are days I wish it'd die.Life would be so much easierwithout it flickering in therebut all.. |
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It'll be alrightA Poem by Anthony NacrelliThe ones who haven't driven themselves insanehaven't thought hard enough.That is the real insanity.They will laugh at you.You'll face derision,Isolati.. |
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This is my breakfastA Poem by Anthony NacrelliA poem about the angst of postindustrial man in late capitalism. |
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