jonathan-scottWhisper

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A Dung Beetle's LifeFoolish beetle, rolling a ball of waste, / Do not you know your feces has no worth? / What a waste of the precious gift of life
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May 6, 2014
Average DayThese memories will never fade. / These memories will scar my brain. / Forever more I reminisce
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May 12, 2013
Electronic AgeHow is one to help one’s self amidst / This age of screens and brightly buzzing button fiends? / Ever growing, infiltrating, accelerating glowing screens
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May 6, 2014
Evolve, I’ve loveI live without light because of many things / I wish not to see or come to terms with. / For the pain it may cause; feelings it brings.
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May 12, 2013
Humans, in My ImageThat which they lack in longevity / They compensate with in narcissistic egotrocity. / Such odd creatures, those confined within humanity,
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May 6, 2014
IgnoranceWhy for miss dost thou torment me so? / Hath I harmed thee in any such way? / For 'tis your beauty that does not let me go
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May 12, 2013
Man of GreyThe wrinkled, old, decrepit Man of grey / Succumbs to death with graceful dignity, / In doing so, his senescent poignance
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Aug 28, 2014
The BeastWhat is love, just a resemblance of rage? / What is love, but a line of poetry? / I believe it not to be found on page,
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May 12, 2013
The Blue RoomI lay in a room (After a night of intoxication) / I will be up soon (I awaken and find the causation) / Feeling the chilly air (In my pocket I feel a vibration)
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May 12, 2013
The Creation of LoveSo I believed, I could build a lover / One that could walk with me so perfectly / Under the bridge; secrecy we uncover,
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May 6, 2014
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