Tyrants and Clowns

My attempt at poetry...
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Cumulus

Domestic violence.
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My Adolescence

My adolescence caused him his life
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The Girl With Many Names

I love the texture of cotton-balls, And the way they simply hold form.

War Planes and Gardens

the meaning of life, a tempest of fiends, friends, foes a land of tears where somethings rot a dance once sought a hope once lost recount your seeds...
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You Breathe

You sing I strum

Curse

the floorboards creak, conspiring against your itty bitty feet dark corners, dying walls chipped paint and peeling wallpaper, memories of what once...
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The Wicker Girl and the Deaf Boy

He still loves her--even if she's gone a little mad ;)
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Yellow

“I wish you’d quit smoking so much. Seems like you’ve been needing it.” “I have.” “Wanna talk about it?” “No.” “Ok.” ⸻ The rain patters the roof. She...
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Like Glass

Above the library rooftop terrace, the sky was dull and flat—the kind of moody white-grey of clouds not quite ready to cry, just heavy with the...
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