Disorganised Poems - Poems about Disorganised

... A stolen life. A split-second decision. Disorganised thoughts, jumbled— Tangled around an anaesthetised cortex. Clocks mockingly ticking, Ticking down inevitability, As a lone fly buzzes r......

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... series of scattered suffused sufferings sprouting from shocks -stress - strain appearing off and on in agitated brain sometimes igniti......

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... Series of scattered suffused sufferings sprouting from shocks, stress and strain appearing off and on in agitated brain sometimes igniting anger ......

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...I'm the roving reporter on the move again (despite having a cold I had to take the children to gymnastics and because I'm disorganised I'm crossing several lanes of traffic on foot whilst the......

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...Perpetual Quandries of Dischord Permanent irreversible Attatchment disorder A lemonade stand at the Mexican Border A traumatised disorganised old lady hoarder The incriminating evidence on an o......

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... “By Design” By design other dimensions astonishing alien fields different shades of dark and light intradimensional beings strange lives surround us we are obliviou......

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...My inside out friends Let me tell you about the days I meet My inside out friends such a treat. Usually they mingled inside of my head, With lots to say now a bit more is said. I've been topsy......

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...Inspire me.... Even as I attempt this Iambic nonsense How can silence, Emanate from chaos: It's direct opposite? A pure contradiction of concept... Crashing, cascading....... In a m......

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...And I begin my own steep climb into The Chalkland Downs Where none but stiff blast and Continous drone, Warbli......

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...One page of the dictionary is worst of all, Every word typed on it is bad. The words on this page are totally outrageous, Leaves us bitter; all hurt, vexed and mad. The words are disgusting, ......

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...Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over frontiers ......

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...bottles of empty plastic ancient breathing machines electromagnetic fields in eyes ears and air inner child is waking up books and crumbled clothes sleeping in a disorganised diagonal bed hug......

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...Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over frontiers ......

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...She stared up, intently, watching the Peruvian skies pass composedly above. She was dazed and disorganised about the steps leading her hither. Her eyes descended upon her hands, hands that were dry a......

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...I am not perfect I am not a saint I have my vices my loves my hates I am human flawed not unlike most of humanity I can admit to this quite openly I cry at times, I laugh equally as much one can......

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