Introspection Angst Poems

Clouds bursting on clouds from the uncured rain,
Where stemmed wicks snuff out flower smoke,
Fissures that droop so much deeper—
The air full of seed will burn...

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III
the world fades from my fingertips
like blood oozing from an open wound
the sky is ripped apart and full of thunder
and my eyes are twisted in...

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I have made mistakes,
but have committed no crimes.
My conscience is clear.
But some former friends now hate;
complete misunderstanding.

It's unfortunate...
How can I just make them see
my motives...

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these carnal desires will see me expire 
inseperately stained from this foul game 
of avoiding the smallest pricks of pain, 
growing rage for making me...

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Our Stolen Days

The given days we take,
Childlike, heedless of consequence.
We swallow them as our due,
Our entitled share of happiness
Or, at least, consideration of the stake
Each...

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Poe’s Hourglass: A Melancholic Decree

Once upon a midnight dreary,
As sands slip through life’s hourglass, eerie,
I pondered upon my penitent past,
And the regrets that will forever...

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It's partial to Winter's bark gloom and weed bite—
Then comes Spring with his light massaging through stone,
In cold spots along her dark towering spine—
That lovers...

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"If I'm the world's biggest failure 
Does that make me a success ?.'' - Peter Dome.

I'm not exactly Midus with his special touch
That everything turns...

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Brown eyes
Haunt me. 

Memories
of the lockeroom. 
And hot showers. 

A paragon
Which I can 
Never have. 

Treading
Lightly, 
This boat rocks. 

And I seem to be
Always seasick....

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Winter with thoughtful wings slips upon
When her voice is too frail to hold life—
Everywhere green, this light she's from;
In gentleness back the forest bites,
As feathery...

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a strange sense of dread builds up
we know not what could be the cause
yet it manifests and so we do recognise
our stuporous awareness that was...

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gilt
but of intricacy
of a mirror’s frame
guilt
shown an ember in me
am I not the reflection’s heel
am I not intrinsic
   asked, though eschewed
you judge me...

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should I fear my autumn
when Juniper wilts with me
and the sagging stars above
edge closer to the sea

should I fear my autumn
with winter still to show
my...

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Rain falls like the tears of some unseen god. 
Tapping against my window like the persistent fingers of a pianist. 
The music is out of...

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I just needed to be
That young woman in the red, cable-knit cardigan one more time
Who mama had to make excuses for…
“She’s very intelligent.”
And there were...

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