forrest-jorgensenWhisper

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A Bag of BloodI am not a fan of my darkness. / I don't want to wake up in a life / Where I consider not existing
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Jul 25, 2014
A DisturbanceRolling my spirit free / From an early sleep, / The faint purr of my fan
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Oct 13, 2015
A HaikuAt the mountain's top / I roar to deafening winds / That I am alive.
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Feb 7, 2015
AnnaOut there somewhere among the waves, / I feel you crawling in my brain, / Pleading to be more than just a memory;
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Apr 6, 2014
A Thousand Lonely SuicidesI awoke to rain on my second floor window; / An overcast sky and tossing trees, / Glimmering leaves above tar-black streets.
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Apr 4, 2014
Ballad for the PoorPrimetime TV is asinine; / Intellectual cyanide. / Empty like a home in Palestine,
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Apr 21, 2015
Bittersweet NostalgiaI miss what was: / The late nights, / Street lights,
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Apr 11, 2014
Coffee and Me Not Being FunnyLet the frantic words of a caffeinated mind flow forth: / I shouldn’t write poetry when I drink coffee. / I shouldn’t drink four cups of coffee at 3am
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May 11, 2014
CollectivismThe sky is solid, gray, motionless. / Shuffling bodies with obscured shadows / Make haste for shelter
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Feb 12, 2015
Darkness InternalThere is an emptiness inside of me. / It does not stare back. / It offers nothing,
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Feb 17, 2015
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