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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery: September 2010
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery. Sharing my most intimate thoughts through the medium of poetry - and occasionally, prose. Sunday, September 12, 2010. But who’s a freak when we’re all hurting the same kind of hurt? Links to this post. Wednesday, September 8, 2010. I want you back. I want you back. I want you back. I want you still. I want you back. What do I lack. What do I lack. To make you mine. What do I lack. It’s all gone black. It’s all gone black. The white is stained. And I’ve lost track. Ahh, goodn...
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery: January 2011
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery. Sharing my most intimate thoughts through the medium of poetry - and occasionally, prose. Thursday, January 27, 2011. God Bless You, Brother. God bless you, brother. I’d like to play with your fire under me. It’s all a mess too,. The smoke hides all,. And it such a blunder be. Chaotic mixtures of south-west. In one hides the phantom,. While in the other hides the priest. Yet who knows which one will kill you. 8216;Cause phantoms are so knowing. Know what’s a beast. And those...
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery: Insecurities Haiku
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery. Sharing my most intimate thoughts through the medium of poetry - and occasionally, prose. Friday, February 24, 2012. Distorting my reflection;. What to wear tonight? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. You Are A Genius- A Fantastic Friday Challenge. Pigeon, Parce que cest simple. 169; 2011 My Melancholy Poetry Gallery. Travel theme. Powered by Blogger.
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery: March 2012
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery. Sharing my most intimate thoughts through the medium of poetry - and occasionally, prose. Friday, March 16, 2012. So here it is:. If I were more distraught by wars. Than by what to wear. I’d maybe have done more to change the world. But I can’t say I don’t think about it every waking minute. I don’t know anyone more empathetic than I am. Yet when I hear them plead for help. I can’t help but feel helpless myself. A nickel here, a dollar there. Perhaps a helping hand. And sad ...
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery: December 2011
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery. Sharing my most intimate thoughts through the medium of poetry - and occasionally, prose. Friday, December 16, 2011. Pre-S: I found today's poem while looking through one of my old diaries. It's a LOT less serious than most of my previously posted poems and not exactly my best work, but it made me laugh so much that I had to share it! It's just an extra limb. An extra burden on him. One more thing to control. From it swelling up whole. It's just a little hole. Reality is a r...
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery: Such a delicate soul
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery. Sharing my most intimate thoughts through the medium of poetry - and occasionally, prose. Friday, January 10, 2014. Such a delicate soul. Such a delicate soul. Oh, fragile heart. I pull myself together;. Again, I fall apart. The little bit it takes,. You know how it goes. So easily provoked,. I cannot let it show. Think before you speak,. I’ve been through so much. What I need is a firm hand;. What I seek’s a gentle touch. Listen when I speak! Just go back to sleep.
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery: August 2010
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery. Sharing my most intimate thoughts through the medium of poetry - and occasionally, prose. Tuesday, August 31, 2010. Ever since the day we met. I’ve not been able to sleep in bed. I could go to bed and lie. But I dare not close a single eye. They’d come to me in all my dreams. And dreams I’d have every night,. With words to speak with one same theme. Which still now make me feel such fright. They said my love for you should cease. For you would only cause me pain. Ripping off...
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery: February 2011
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery. Sharing my most intimate thoughts through the medium of poetry - and occasionally, prose. Saturday, February 12, 2011. Break Through My Barrier. Break through my barrier,. My stainless steal armor;. Protects others from my truth. Links to this post. Sunday, February 6, 2011. Sent from my iPod. She sat on the steps of the metro trying to write a poem and ended up. Just writing what she was doing which was sitting on the steps of the. Hair color, her clothing? Couldn't underst...
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery: February 2012
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery. Sharing my most intimate thoughts through the medium of poetry - and occasionally, prose. Friday, February 24, 2012. Distorting my reflection;. What to wear tonight? Links to this post. Wednesday, February 22, 2012. Why can't i cross the street once without hoping that a car will hit me and kill me instantly. Rancid meat, moldy bagel, poisoned juice. Date rape, acid badtrip, alcohol poisoning. Piano falling from the sky. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery: November 2010
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My Melancholy Poetry Gallery. Sharing my most intimate thoughts through the medium of poetry - and occasionally, prose. Tuesday, November 16, 2010. Make Naked Your Self. What’s this agonizing urge you’ve given me. To bare my teeth. You call it smiling. It’s been so long. This tickle deep inside. Laughter. Ha-ha. If I do that, will you see inside me? All I am is there. No I can’t let you. I won’t anymore. Don’t. I won’t smile for you. Not with my eyes. They are the window to my soul. Make naked your self.
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