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nick-tuesday
nick-tuesday
New York A student and a writer
Serene is the darkness The bare placid darkness An omen of clarity A minister of rest
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
Wordless
I hate this ******* house These people all but dead The tree looks nice But it'd look nicer If I was hanging by my ******* head I like this glass It's served me well I've drank and drunk to many things And now to first noel I smile at the children And stand up from that tattered chair I bow before my life As my audience sits and stares I smile and I dance Knowing this season is my last I yell "This Christmas is the best!" Today will be a blast! The audience all quite puzzled As they wonder what will pass Then the realization comes As I shove the gun far up my *** Joy to the world The lord is come
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
Joy to the World
The Gale winds blew, the howling tempest grew The rains began to fall Great drums beat on the heavenly sheet Poised it stood tall The peak unyielding, the great slope shielding Shadow towns below The pointed king to earth must cling or sink beneath the snow
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
Sierra
Where thoughts go to fester Where wounds go to heal Where the world is made a child's toy Where all is but too real Give me silence Where desire goes to dull Where beauty goes to age Where youth goes to be forgotten where naive becomes sage Give me time Where good will goes to harden where ideals go to flower where a cat goes do decompose Where a human goes to cower Give me solitude Give me somewhere I can think Give me nowhere at all Give me wonder Give me God Give me Oblivion
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
Give Me
My dark eyes unscrew Cotton in my ears I'm not here Ghosts stir around me me Un-moving observer Still and silent Frayed wire Broken glass I see dysfunction Damaged parts Wasted minds ******
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
******
Should it be disconcerting that Your words Drip and droop Oozing unintelligible lumps Starchy and dry Running through My fingers I rearrange to make sense of it Distracted Your nose over here Your **** up here Your intellect on the board bored ******* bored
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
Professor ****