To Manicured Hands That Will Never Be Shackled.
An Epistle of Betrayal I wonder what we will leave our children A scorched earth and the bitter Stench of hatred and division If there...
Social Commentary
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A Progression – Latchkeys to Logarithms
Latchkey kids with a lifetime to unlock. Time stretched out into pastures New. Infinite – Springing up. Green under plimsoled feet – Following Directions scrawled...
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Fly
You were crushed like a bug under a hardback edition of Hamlet, Never even read. Splat. Blood and entrails Slipping down the window pane, Like...
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Ariadne’s Requiem
After our quest. I gave myself to you willingly Like a sacrifice. And you sacrificed me. At the alter of your ego. As you could....
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From the River to the Sea
From the river to the sea, Roar masses all over the world, Exasperated by eyes blind to suffering, Eager to witness the end of the...
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Where the fault lies
tomorrow never came for her, no heroic deeds in sight, she raced into that dead-end alley, every ‘worst case’ screaming loudly to put up a...
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What It Means To Be
Clutching, my hands tight weights, shaking with irrational fears of fate – Hidden, lightning flashes, thunder crashes, wonder if I�ve been left – Reeling, pale...
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Walkin’ On Rugged Individualism
Delusion has a distinct clarity, which psychosis lacks. The road of delusion is crystal, transparent, and nearly unidentifiable. Psychosis, on the other hand, is warped...
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at least
At least she isn’t suffering At least it wasn’t worse At least it’ll all be over soon At least she has a nurse At least...
