Spring grows into summer,Colors showing in Fall,Dark time is the winter see no color at all,Working is the man who can’t relax when on call,The days seem tall,Miss his sons game of B-ball,And if that ain’t enough,The man’s going through withdrawal,Going through hell,He’s smacked around like a pinball, 22 missed…
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“The energy doesn’t feed the way it used toThere are no chordsNo poemsNo pictures or filmsThat can distill youThat can ever capture your essenceI’m still feeding myself liesBroken every time a half-imagined dreamA fragment of a shadow that never wasStalks me through the alleys of my mindLate at night, with…
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I lay my head down to fall asleepI close my eyes, and the voices start to speakThey create images in my head that are so vivid, so realI just want them to be quiet and leave me aloneWith my eyes still closed, my thoughts just roamLike a merry-go-round of disarray…
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I’m awake and the stars have seeped through the skin of my teeth. Taught like nothing I’ve ever known from a home with temporary praises. And sky gazes, I never knew what it would be, when time was borrowed from a well of wished truths. And luck was no more…
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