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I will slide under. You will crawl over. Worship my totem. Gaze at your flower. Grip at my hardness. Explore your cave. Make warm my shovel. I’ll fill your grave.
Soixante-neuf
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Everywhere I go you get a free ride Hitched to my bandwagon from the inside Mistakenly I thought you had died Your unwanted presence hurts my pride
Mindpool
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Some friends are only friends as long as you keep drinking the same alcohol, eating the same crap food, gossiping ’bout the same people, & moaning ’bout the same damn shit.
Urban War
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This year, I skipped my regular birthday blog. I will also be abandoning the annual year-end reflection post. These things don’t speak to my heart anymore.
The End of an Era
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Now you see me, now you don’t. I’m tired of putting up a front. You show me your trophies, of course I smile. For you I’ve gone another extra mile. Know that every cheer I give to you, Bits of my heart further break in two. Every day’s a challenge to act I’m strong. Still…
Now You See Me, Now You Don’t
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It’s just a show, yeah, just a game You only know, faces and names Why do you judge, pumped with emotion These entertainment from a TV station?
TV Puppets
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Dear Destiny, today I humbly rescind my faith For so long I’ve been doing, now I can no longer wait Said I’m over, can’t you hear? No longer a believer Given up on the idea it’s okay to be a receiver
The Flag
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It hurts to write it; I procrastinate For words I became a sad celibate Like a romantic, I hopelessly wait For my Prince Charming who is very late
It Hurts to Write It (Part 1)
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For every flower that wilts, another one blooms. For every fighter who doubts, another one presumes. For every song that ends, another one starts. For every robin that steals, another one comparts.
Explode
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Why all the effort in putting on a circus For strange strangers? Doesn’t that make you nervous? Have you no shame, no privacy at all? Charlie, no need to jump from ball to ball.
The Rabbit
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