Madhouse Poems - Poems about Madhouse

... Anxiously he waits for his wife She was supposed to be home at five He needs to teach her a lesson He knows she will after this session five minutes later, she opens the door Without greetin......

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...madhouse of a ménage à trois — the bawdy chamber of the blitz, where three depraved darlings conspired in pagan rituals, their lover's lament a discordant dirge amidst, detritus of a bygone era, ......

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... Oh what did you see, my blue-eyed son? And what did you see, my darling young one? I saw truth tellers doxed, and their addresses listed I saw images on my cellphone put on by the twisted I s......

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...Sometimes life is a Still Frame and I know others aren't as Broken As Me. I can Pretend My Pain Away but I can't Just Be Happy. You can talk about Who I Am or who I was but I will never Give Up To (M......

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...it is was on my morning stroll i first noticed that common white house dress, pearl buttons busy in her garden sauntering on, a most common sight on subsequent passings my evaluations were sh......

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...I carve a path out for me trying to make it in this soulless city confined to a big house aspirations seem to drag out sitting in this pink room trying to catch my breath at noon This heat is m......

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...you push a pipie you might pray your words form a formula a rode house a street a madhouse a madman dressed in burlap a court hearing a presences a feeling a song a picture from Wal......

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...One hundred years on Our Waste Land we celebrate Desiccated and dry as a desert Within our dehumanised souls Where the tumbleweed of untruth Sits with such disconnection From reality, Myriad v......

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...Snow sprays off crow wings. Flurries drift like torn lace curtains over the blacktop. The porch rocking chair is draped like a madhouse ghost. Nobody is going anywhere, the side-roads are ge......

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...love me none I reserve a table for two for a stupid reason. I am waiting for somebody to return. Your empty chair inside a deafening resto, I’m not sure if I’ll ever see your shadow once mo......

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...Sanity Seen Through The Eyes of a Madhouse''' There he was Alone sitting in darkness with lingering shadows that lurk in and out of troubled dreams waiting like thieves for another walk down memo......

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... "The Strange Case of F.T." They say the dead don’t talk the stories I have calculated to deliver a saving grace confessional shared amongst ......

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...Money isn't what you want, and I'll prove it too. You only want the things that money do for you. You can't eat it, drink it, it can't keep you warm, you can't stack it around you and build a dece......

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...There comes a headache when you want to disappear from the scene. Head still cloudy with last night's drink, Crumbling decor strewn all over, Leftover food, stinking in a corner. Not a chair,......

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...Part 22 how can there be any absolutes with the clock ticking like it does it's hard to tell if you'll come to your senses when it's one thing to be short on the rent another thing to stay sho......

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