Best Mess Poems

Black Diamond Night (a coal miner’s cemetery) 

Where the ebony, we call “NIGHT”,
Old black rocks sit under the twilight
Diamond shape eyes unclear and lonely, 
Sinister...

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between the plant pots and the trays
the cobwebs had seen better days
and for all the wood and damp and soil
the smell was one of paint...

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Updated lyrics May 19,2020 to flow better.

THAT’S WHEN I FALL DOWN UPON MY KNEES

There’s no way- 
I’ll see another sunrise
My hope is gone-
as I'm contemplating...

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Don't bother me with conformity
don't bother me today-
with things I should (or shouldn't) do
or what I shouldn't say!

Don't bother me with conformity
my house is not...

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Introducing: Jan Allison & Poet Destroyer

Pierced by shards of shattered glass 
Deeper and deeper you stab me 
With lies and venomous words 
Dissecting my heart...

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Hello there, do please come inside- no need to wipe your feet
excuse the mess, I fear you'll find it isn't very neat.
This place is always...

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Someone who knows
Said You were an old ancient Tree,
But at the time, it didn’t really matter, 
Or seem important to me.
I knew You only for...

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Wellness and worry are by no means friends.
To be well, your mind of worry you must cleanse.
Living with worry, there’s a price to pay
worry will...

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Hoping that it might be you

Verse 1

I've got some troubles in my life...
I'll help with yours, will you, help with mine?
"Cause I need love like...

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you                 don't            know 


my                  ...

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Oh summer what have you done to me
so many flirtatious winks  teasingly
undressing me  with every wisp of
a welcomed heat filled breath

Oh summer, oh...

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There was a lumberjack from Borehamwood 
A chainsaw mishap took off his manhood
His Love life now a mess 
And it caused him great stress
So he...

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I'm not selling a house, i'm leaving my home.
Happy times together, months spent alone.
Morning sickness, baby loss, labour and birth
Planting my seeds in good strong...

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I was one of seven children 
Raised in a tiny three-bedroom house 
The rooms were so small 
They could comfort a mouse 

Always, at Christmas...

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Standing before the microphone,
blank faces stare from cushioned chairs
Jewels sparkle, acting like they’re real,
while bow ties just seem sad…it happens

Marching to the beat of clicking...

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