Hypersensitivity Poems - Poems about Hypersensitivity

...For the most part, the lost years were self-inflicted the foundation made from a hypersensitivity which had a foundation of insecurity which had a foundation of instability which, in turn, was bo......

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...To create art is to dance with the unseen and the ethereal, A mystical journey, an enigma even to its creators. Poets feel this deeply, A difference they can't yet define, an unspoken aura. Withi......

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...I hesitated And the world collapsed under my supervision Some people rip open scars for romance But I'm sweating like a sprinkler head at the chance Is it time to wear a cape and save the day?......

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...Within my quasi moat toad lily padded immediate environs Meaning the corporeal complex edifice housing these lovely bones, where linkedin logorrhea ably strives to break out in meaningless s......

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...Late morning today (February 17, 2021) I (accompanied by missus) drove to bed bath and beyond Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania off Chemical Road location for naught. After arriving at said de......

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...A disease that doesn’t let me eat and drink A disease that doesn’t let me take drugs A disease that doesn’t let me fight thugs A disease that doesn’t let me touch and taste things A rare health d......

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...Four Letters Spelling Blah... generally define mine anatomical phooey zook corporeal status, essentially feeling like gook, not my usual babbling brook self, thus finds yours truly whooshing, h......

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...Four Letters Spelling Blah... generally define mine anatomical phooey zook corporeal status, essentially feeling like gook, not my usual babbling brook self, thus finds yours truly whooshing, h......

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...For everything i've seen and done Nothing will compare Soldiers taking there own live every week This surely is not fair They were trained to the highest degree British soldiers pride is the......

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...I can feel the sweat drops forming on my skin Like morning dew I can hear my blood ticking My heart beating My breath passes my lips Like a tropical storm Battering the defences of some third ......

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... The thousand arms of Lucy come beating on my door at that very second my instincts set on soul survival first I run and dodge them then I fight the losing fight until I am surrounded by a ne......

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