Best Crash Course Poems

some neurons are easily led ~ feeding on one that's sick in the head 

  logic fails them the signal misread ~ out of...

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orbiting her planet here
in my spacious long distance solitude

this synchronous rotation
only adds to my loneliness
watching her with a
three hundred and sixty five
twenty four seven obsession

peeking...

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Who cares about table manners? Why do you have to have any?
I think being mannerless makes you a better person than many.
Why can’t you hold...

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Petersen House, Washington, D.C.  

(i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, 
and the life and death of 
the sixteenth...

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Got some Hamiltons, chasin' Benjamins
I'm just a youngin', chasin' that cream
Just a youngin', chasin' that cream
If you're 'bout money, join the team
I'm just a youngin',...

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Evolved
Written By:  D. Collins 10/28/14

There are a lot of people who’ve been married for years.
Then, suddenly find themselves in a world of fears.
The world...

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7

Finally stopping to catch my breath I am lost now
Knowing where I failed, my very worst decision
Not even recognizing myself, nor the why or how

What...

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You want a million followers, I'm thankful to have a few numbers I can always dial
In 2018 I saw my life fall apart, I'm using...

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Writing this in hopes that I might fashion a connection
A connection with my dreams 
And through my dreams, a recollection
Of the beauty of specific moments
That...

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Staring into my pillow as I smother myself,
Any further under and there'd be no way out,
Cursing my heart for its mindless pursuits,
Wondering in vain what...

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Laston Simuzingili linkedin with this American
maverick freelancing writing scout, 
(and word maven par excellence
Matthew Scott Harris always ha sellout), 
thru Spoken Word route, a popular...

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The cold rain falls soft and it blows your mind
The child inside her wept as silence crept to steal my life
I remain alone yet she...

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Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president...

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the upshot constituted a figurative straw
     that broke the virtual camels back
where yours truly fingered as scape goat,
   ...

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THIS IS A THRENODY, 
SO PLEASE SING ALONG, 
IT'S LIKE A VERY SAD SONG, 
ABOUT FOLKS WHO'S DEAD WRONG. 

HIS MOTHER CRIED OUT IN THE...

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