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My thoughts on the walls | poem
Evaporated thoughts On a mouldy ceiling. The walls absorb my tears, Happy to be stealing The secret to my glowing skin. I think too much, I think to myself, So much it hurts, Too much; it’s not enough. When the night is dark, My words leak Through my teeth, They flood the floor, So I…
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Broken record | a poem
I’m sorry, you’ve probably heard this one before But that’s just who I am: The storms in my mind run in a loop, My demons run in circles. And so I sing, the same old songs With the same old broken heart Pain comes in different shades And I am covered in all of them…
…where Time is merciless and Light feeds darkness.
Category: Poems
Sometimes, my thoughts do fall in order, and out of the word vomit, I manage to piece together a piece worthy of the title of “peom”.
The Dawn Chorus… 