Angst House Poems

i left you in that house, that house i can never return to.

i didn’t mean to lose you, but i needed to leave and you...

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The lemonade I drink is sour,
reminds me of my childhood,

the sugar was not spilled before my feet,
while I was conquering the barren land of life...

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This old house has stuck windows.
Some of those panes are strangely cracked.
In places, the glass is oddly chipped.  

We will replace those worn and...

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I haven’t left my house in days 
With everything else I’ve tried the anxiety still lingers
My dreams wound me and my nightmares mock me
Was it...

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Nobody cared.
You could tell from the cracked and broken windows.
You could tell from the maggots and moths in the kitchen cabinets.
You could tell from the...

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I see a forgotten house. 
I hear the cry of a rook. 
I feel the moonbeams in a still Brook.
I know the coming wind rising...

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"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
        can you hear the whispering? " 
  ...

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you make me wanna scream
you make me wanna run
this bird that flies
and infiltrates my mind

the exquisite nature of the bird is truly special
the way it’s...

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The bar door is ajar only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!

Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon 

Broken floating bloated 
dead...

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I know you don't understand.
I don't know how you could. 
I never made it clear to you, but lately things are no good. 
I moved...

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They tax your husband,
They tax your wife.
They tax your children,
Leave them with strife.

They tax the poor,
But never the rich.
Your taxes soar,
With flicks of a switch.

They...

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When is a house, not a house
but a home, a place to call your own 
a box to fill with treasures 
of heart and objets...

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Building A House

A house of bricks, inside the body.
Bricks of strength, broader in length.
Pillars for hardship ,to bear the kinship.
The windows to be more precise,
in...

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There once lived a skeptic named Janet
Who feared leaving her home's granite

When her thoughts were wrong
What kept her so strong

Is after all she's on the...

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On forboding...


The rocky cliffs 
Stark against midnight 
Somber and austere.

Darkness sharp cold drifts 
In hollow halls 
In empty rooms with broken windows!

Deep underground...
In the deepest...

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