Cleethorpes
This dark underbelly of the pier is shielded by oil-slicked boulders And the threat of youths with their beer cans and fires. An ebony crab scuttles into a lichen-smothered bottle,
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The Banquet
The lions crouch, stalking the gazelle, Shoulder-blades jutting. The Jeeps crouch beneath the acacia trees Housing pale tourists with Polaroids, absorbing the heat.
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Queen of Hearts
To school, Sophie wore ankle socks and a pinafore dress And she flashed her gap-toothed grin at those she deigned to address As Sir or Miss. She cashed in on her honey-blonde hair
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CONSPIRACY! (this piece has all the top news headlines-and what I think of them)-Not all true,just my thoughts
Learn the truth in my eyes behind the war in Iraq The twin towers Martin luther king Malcom x
{BORN ALONE,DIE ALONE}-Off 5th mixtape"The messiah"
Life is,what your offered. Love,is what you show or given.
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Waist Land 6
I wonder why I can't say what I mean. Why can't I say exactly what I mean? I mean, wouldn't that be a mirror of life, to speak out of the engine of an internal consciousness that is as much
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My Best Friend
Not sure how a tiny little mask is to keep her safe From contagious people throughout the day That still make her sick, inflict emotional pain By the stares and everything that they say
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My Mirror
My mirror is observant Always seeing what I don’t My mirror is curious Begging for another glimpse My mirror shows no facades or masks alike My mirror is more honest than a watery reflection
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Broken Hearted
Watching your soul hang on a clothes line Drenched in an end Lays there sloppy and soaked with tears What once was strong, sags Colorless fluids of life water the dirt below Seeds into weeds
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