Long Sick to death of it Poems

PTSD

Like rabbit in the headlight caught
I want to move, i know I ought
But quicksand stuck, I’m petrified 
My body still, arms laid by side
Stretched out on mattress, naked, soaked
From sweat in which my body’s cloaked
My eyes...

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Dear Cardi B, I understand you make money moves
Maybe you should go to college and study too
I hate this new generation of rappers, I'd rather listen to the genius of Nas, Tupac, Eminem, Jay-Z, Kid...

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It’s Cultural hypocrisy,
Like monks selling books on oxford street,
Like a political debate on your screens, 
Like when Donald lost Queen Lizzy.

R.I.P to lil peep!
And the other 2 million that died this week,
XXX faked his own...

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Days pass into the weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh’s brush, as he links.
Comet light passes twisting cypresses, a schizophrenic’s concussion.
On and on, the wind twirls the trees, and does...

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Days pass into the weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh’s brush, as he links.
Comet light passes twisting cypresses, a schizophrenic’s concussion.
On and on, the wind twirls the trees, and does...

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I’m hating myself for the person I’ve become 
I’m different to all And not just some 
I swear a chimp would succeed more than me 
isolation my best friend I believe
Intelligence is there but I...

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This poem may upset a few people
In a world of drama, pain and hate, how can I write something peaceful
I'm always honest with my feelings, never will I mislead you
Religion is the root of all...

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“My brother would not have died if You’d been with us!
I ne’er thought You would not be here,
You knew him he was sick to death,
And we kept our belief on Thee,
Thou wert elsewhere with Thy...

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Days pass into the weakest of loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath the colored brush of Van Gogh. He links.
Comets trail snowfields of light pass agonized cypresses, schizophrenic concussion.
On and on, the wind...

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I was crying last night because I understood, 
Everything that Gordon Aikman said and postulated, 
It was mega, a long-awaited viewing, was food, 
As I could relate to the things that he had tested.

The BBC...

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getting off the d-train one morning
@ the 125th st. nicholas stop 
&
walking toward the soup kitchen
where i was going to work that 
day
i saw a young girl of maybe 6, 7 or 8
(i’m not good...

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The Atomic Café stays with me, over
even the most perfect of days.
I think about the arrogance of power
and how most people live in a daze.

I think on the geniality of the average citizen, 
how willing,...

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i can see her so clearly
blue eyes blazing 
mist falling
the fog of the
ozark mountains
making the scene
surreal 

each time a car
past us i simply
saw her shimmer

she stood there until
my husband arrived
to meet us so i could
go...

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Can someone turn the taps off
Or is it leaking from above
I feel that we will float away
If it rains another day
It’s slowly driving me insane
I’m sick to death of rain ~ rain ~ rain

The sirens...

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I’d been out of work for quite some time and let me funds run low,
Of course this meant some favoured treats are first things that must go,
And for me favoured treat that meant the most,...

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I'm sick to death of predictable rhymes
Such as I should be a drug dealer because I provide dope lines
I love you
It's true
I don't know what to do
Left her on read, now she's feeling blue
I'm tired...

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Today as in every day I battle with whats carried within.This accumulation,this compilation of aberations of spirit and mind.Why do I continue this struggle,to be the invisible woman wishing to be seen.Who is willing to...

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Oh, what a day
 Late for work because of the road hogs
 What the heck it's raining cat's and dogs
 My hair's messy

I get to work
 Left my meds at home so gonna fret
 Haven't...

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My sadness looks much like your sadness I suspect,
And most do not see the difference in my smile
Because my soul is too frozen these days
To even feel my own emotion
Let alone find the heart
To really...

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I was lost, I was found, I was hunted, I was downed , 
Heard the screams of the whale when the harpoon has hit 
Seen the burned out congregations when the fuses were lit 
All...

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My owner Jon has bought a bright new shovel
But keeps me in this corner of the barn.
I’m very glad to be here by my lonesome,
no longer party to his wicked deeds.

He used to throw me...

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That's all science fiction was ever about.
   Hating the way things are, wanting to make things different.
RAY BRADBURY, "No News, or, What Killed the Dog?"

NOT MY BRAND

like being caught with a pack
where authority...

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I was so inexperienced, gullible, and childish. 
Ah youth's folly, so brave and yet wildish. 
So witless and terribly naive
Sometimes I feel I can’t believe.
 
We smelt the fragrant whiff of pine needles, 
crunched crispy...

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Have you ever lost yourself in a mist,
that surrounds so close you can't see your fist,
when everywhere you look there's fog to be found,
a reality where gravity weighs you down.

When every single breath you breathe...

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people pushing boundaries all around me all through my life 
Evil crushing down on me resoundingly causing me strife 
One day I’ll strike and it will not be nice 
Flip to survive and I’ll be...

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