Angst Thank You Poems

To my sorrows I wish to thank,
The grief that galled me, wish to thank—

Adversities that chased all life,
To my sad state I wish to thank.

Troubles,...

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A big thank you to all those who crushed my desires, 
Now my mind is calm, satiated with minimum one requires

A big thank you to...

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Yours Thankfully

I rushed, I rushed, to catch my bus
Ignored the building urge in me
And tried to fight the urgency
Could not give in... but now I...

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For the laughs
the joy
of leaving
thank you
for unholy believing
for reminders
not everyone is cruel
not all of us follow
those rules
thank you...

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Remember me well as I give thanks to each mother.
You women of this world …are simply like no other!
Right from conception to those dreaded contractions.
The...

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My soul is alive in giving!
My heart quenched through sharing!

I often questioned why or
when this all decided and 
the prayers that confided?
How did life, through...

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Punk is not dead. It was never alive.
We stitched it together from mangled parts
with contents we poured from inconstant hearts
in our basements during bleak nights.
Finding...

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Nnn...

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My black pen.
The way you flow,
And tell my tale.
You spill my thoughts,
And always prevail.
My soul bleeds out,
Through your black ink..
Everytime that my thoughts,
Had started to...

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You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve...

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My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I...

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The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed...

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for joni mitchell...

wistful strands slipping by

of grounded dreams

that i once believed would fly...

strewn around this emptiness

where once there soared,
dreams, not of riches

but of simple happiness...

'both...

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Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues
(For Bob Dylan)



Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears

slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears

where no...

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What was up with all that mix with the keys?

The weed?

The transfer of seed?

Undone,
not unlike me,

I come into a tree-
and randomly free myself of my...

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