Introspection Emo Poems

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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organize my thoughts
in lines and dots
whatever i can put on the page,
these words that I say
will lead you astray,
As I continue to chase
this source
of endless...

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Hello again

I'm sorry I haven't been writing as much
I've been ripping out a myriad of my musings
like petals from their flowers
crumpling them up & discarding...

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Thin are the lines between love and hate,
  Between life and death...
  But I'll tell of your fate
  With my dying breath...

I...

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an endless supply chain
fueling its own purchase
may no rest come to the self condemned
they wont allow themselves
theyll throw it in the trash be sure
noone benefits...

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Blurred in the sight
the fragments of light 
suspended in memory, 
blurring space and time!

Of a faded photograph 
dreams pressed into the pages 
of a book...

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There at the back 
of my mind like an elusive form…
Out of focus a blur in my inner reality 
never dreamt in nightmares 
waiting to...

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A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature. 
The blackened police the striders in the dark… 
a crippled plaything, 
a hymn of the tourniquet...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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my character flaws                      ...

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Instead of getting testimonies
For the departed,
I am overwhelmed with testimonies
For the living.

I am staring stark
At the champion woman
That is you;
How you shined in the
Turbulent storms...

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When life breaks you down and you've broken that third wall
When you've eaten all the feces and believe you've seen it all
When standing takes all...

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"I'm fine..."

Is what I'll say
Everyday
But
My head is clouded
Never know what's happening around me
Blank
Is my face
Is the world
Is this feeling
How I see everything
Has no meaning
You say...

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The writer casts spells
as his pen hits the page.
Is he blessed or cursed?
Or simply deranged? 
The writer never sleeps
he writes in his tower,
and people wait...

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I look back to see where I came.
After to day, could I ever be the same?
So here is where I choose to lie.
It seems I've...

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