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Mom grab my hand pull me out of the abyss of depression Abyss definition chasm gorge bottomless pit just a few words to describe depression Mom… Mom I miss you you don’t how much I miss the old memories Wanna sit here and look through pictures? Listen to music and talk? Listen to my problems?…
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Twilight. I’m still awake, Listening to songs through my headphones. The air conditioner is blaring and the fan at its full speed, the lights all switched off and the comforter hugging me. My brain is tired but is not tired, I don’t know why I’m having insomnia. Maybe the appreciation from today’s audience is keeping…
Emerson: “Are they my poor?”
I shun father and mother and wife and brother, when my genius calls me. I would write on the lintels of the door-post, Whim. I hope it is somewhat better than whim at last, but we cannot spend the day in explanation. Expect me not to show cause why I seek or why I exclude company….
Doesn’t Sound So Bad | JD DeHart
Doomsday doesn’t sound so bad after all If the neighborhood is no longer overrun by what seems to be a league of feral cats, if they all perish If the radio gains some silence and we have more than a crackle of signal lost to keep us enamored If there are still rivers where we…
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Caw | Nate Maye
Black birds outside my window call to me to wake up before it is too late, their cries overshadow the smaller light warbles of the red and blue birds. The post Caw | Nate Maye appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online