Flicking through the covers Piece by piece Unfolds the Sour nature Of Disease. External reveals all Or nothing Simple Cover story Disgusting. To keep it under wraps Shows it all Invisible it seems A dry wall. The millions suffer In silence As the nation marvels At more cuts. No physical features To dissect So everything […]
Sharp slivers of words built up From years of staying silent Fill my mouth but stay trapped. My hands are dirty My knees scraped By the brush I’ve been running through Because the things that make other things Go bump in the night Chase after me and it’s still early. “Come here, pretty one,” They […]
https://thehappydepressive.wordpress.com/2016/03/01/close-your-eyes/
This is just a casual poem from my alter ego that turned out to be the lyrics of a deathless imperfection. Music was not applied due to the author’s exceptional voice.
https://ecspressionism.wordpress.com/2016/02/26/the-call-age/
The houses on the hill packed so tight There’s more to this … more to life the water so cold, dark and blue… yet tainted and grey, polluted by man here I sit, but can’t understand I feel so much, deep in side… like a little boy my soul begins to cry… I beg and […]
http://mistakenotmykindness.com/2016/02/16/house-on-the-hill/
A quick poem I wrote today, trying to express some of the anger and frustration and feeling of being lost that I am currently experiencing. A brief snapshot of me. I’m Sick I’m sick of living on the borderline the line between “normal” and “diagnosable illness” I’m sick because I’m never bad enough, but never […]
https://teaplease.wordpress.com/2016/02/08/monday-8th-february-2016/
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