Angst Paradise Poems

PARADISE HELL 
When you offer your hatred 
you open the gates of Hell
When you offer your tears 
you open the gates of Paradise 
When you...

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Smear it across the pages to satisfy your cravings,
Uncork that bottle, let it flow down the throat.
Knock on your opening passage,
To that unfamiliar figure, pass...

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I have faith in brighter days like these
And have hope in kinder ways of speech please
I have no doubt in this mind…
I don’t want to...

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I grew up on a lilac dream
along with a few shows on tv
I like video games and writing stupidly long things
I got taught that life...

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I
In my palace,
I have built a hundred fountains.

Though they play all day,
none can catch
the sparkle of her eyes.

II
Fall is the season
of the great migration.

Under cloudy...

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When a nation cries, death rides the reaper is a stride, the loss of reasons in a Ludacris season, where men of nations think they...

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I'm here surrounded
for what should be normal
the cup of aromatic coffee
the old comfortable chair
a notebook tired of writing
a fruit bowl full of delights
and a ceramic...

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The sun rises
another day in paradise
thank you...

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When it’s repeated in the media 
It becomes imprinted in our mind
Past tragedies get resurrected  
Presented as occurrences in modern times

Slavery, gender inequalities 
Sexual...

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Here I sit...
Behind steering wheel.
My back is numb
My head reels.
Cars pass me left and right
Ribbons of crimson taillights 
Leave traces behind my eye
Deep in my...

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Trails of time 
I note the trails sublime
I see them dance around 
my fingers like starlight
arcing in the night 
I intertwine the firelights
dancing around my...

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Filled with wonder and imagination,
beyond beautiful, Earth's a paradise.
But humanity's role is in question,
for there are many things that don't make sense.
Food's plentiful, yet some...

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There's a cosmic distribution of suffering
We all get a slice of it 
There's no running and no recovering 
Nobody escapes the ----

It don't matter where...

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Somatic vespers
the rush of time on our hands 
blind absyrations...

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Centered on the tipping point of an unsure foundation
Time transfers the vibration of light from a closed receptacle
I see a bright star descending into the...

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