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DanielC
DanielC
Here we Are
What do you do? When your friend has a scar So deep in the hearth And it's bleeding nothin but tears
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC
Life/Tears of blood
Sometimes it doesn't matter, if you are good or bad. The only thing that matters is, if you are.
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
Matter
Why do we share a poem? I only write to myself As a memory of what I was As a reminder of whom I'm trying to be
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
Sharing is not always caring
Rather than all the love I ever had Rather than all the money I ever had spent Rather than all the faith I ever had Give me truth in all your words
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
What is the truth worth?
Am I a bird or a fish? Do I fly until I fall frozen dead. Or do I swim every day in the same water like an aquarium fish.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
Am I a bird or a fish?
There is nothing above me I’m living life on a pedestal peace and quiet is all I see with my sight that ranges for miles time keeps passing but I’m not getting old every day is sunny so I’ll never feel cold I’m living the way I want everything is as it should you can ask me if you wish but you know it’s all good My life is the picture that I myself drew everything I could wish for has finally come true My life is like a song I can’t help but sing but everything is changed once I hear the alarm ring
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Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC
Surreal
I pondered if there is more to pain? the installs jabbered to me the counselor of pain trounced my love I reasoned if there is more to pain? would the pain ever end?
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
pain
I vredens tider Med de triste munde Er det vigtigt at huske På de gode stunde Kroppen bliver bundet Af sindets tanker Og udvikler sig efter Til et emotionelt anker Når vreden den rammer Og bliver til fysiske skrammer Bliver sund fornuft Sat bag stål og trammer
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
Vredens Lænker
I am speaking with a homeless man. He got 7 dollars in his pocket. A smile on his face. And his heart is warmer than most penthouses. I listen to his old voice while I listen To music by a star who is far more poor.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
Broken stars
I once a got a present It was danish design A hoptimist. I was confused. No function. Not pretty. Just expensive... I realized I was a hoptimist. So I kept it...
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
Danish Design