Against The Grain Poems - Poems about Against The Grain

I go against the grain, this is the journey I’m in I waited for reality… until I dreamed. You’re now a memory, I bought you a cake, I got lost in the past, and from there, I escaped. I walked aimlessly, just for the faith That through all the smoke, I’d see you again. I kept your words, then tore them...

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what glows? who knows? fortune deleted K(afka) coughs it pains me/he/we (hehehe) Goodbye/Hello: poetry a Thesis just another YouTube video stuck in profound rain smirking in beguiling glasses smoking a chamomile cigar How sweet it is (was?)! dangerous road conditions misfortune detected K(afka) croaks Where's his (my) Oscar? Hello friends! Failure is the only option Hello/Goodbye: poetry in the House of Antithesis Hell needs help sticking to shticks in the rain mostly cloudy Goodnight & good luck Saturday...

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Against the grain Resistance to the Appearances of What is undesired.. Constructing a future With a pleasant Granular flow.. The plan of a Reformer Progressive Self helper.. Stories of resistance Against the grain Already freedom......

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A delicate balance to maintain He carves out his position against the grain Spurning extremes, clinging to the center Scorned by all, ridiculed forever...

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A SATANIC PERSON FOUND A FAULT IN A MAN HE FOUND OTHERS TO GATHER AND THEY SORTED THRU WORDS TO MAKE THERE CAMPAIGN RIGHT AND SPOKE TO GET THE MAN INVOLVED WITH SOMEONE WOULD WORK AGAINST HIM HAVE REVEAL HIS THOUGHTS DREAMS AND DESIRES THESE SATANS GATHERED HIS WORDS AND NEVER SPOKE OF SATAN AS THEIR MASTER BUT THEY WORSHIPPED(OR PRETENDED TO) WORSHIP JESUS. THEY CONSORTED TO HAVE...

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I used to be strong and defy your pompous authority, I used to ignore your misplaced power, but now stuck in this rabbit's cage, I too am a puppet on a string I used to stand up for the things I believed in, but now I give way and bow to you superficial pressure , I've forgotten what it's like...

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This is me A guitar with no strings A glass half empty A bad bean The blackest sheep I am in pain Inside I howl like a grieving mother Like im decapitated and now my limbs are off. I am in pain just like that But why cant I ever be felt? Its terrible Spilling what is bottled up inside Vulnerable is sad Cry is disgusting Because no...

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7/23/17 Here then gone, like poof! Below the floor and above the roof On par, falling behind or ahead of the game Going with or against the grain Getting it wrong and right During the light of day and in the dark of night Still here or evaporated Spoken truly or exaggerated Continually being loved and hated In one location or anywhere on the map In...

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words spill from my pen meaningless gibberish all brownies scent the air...

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