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 Nov 2020 annh
Colm
D R E A M
 Nov 2020 annh
Colm
At each unending end
When the night is darkest fair in the eyes of men
And the sight of it becomes meme
Whisper nothing but dreams
Breathing it's something of value
Into the ears of the dying day behind you
Good night and joy
https://youtu.be/eisW0skJ9fU

6-12-8 / 6-8-12
 Nov 2020 annh
Darling
Quick Money
 Nov 2020 annh
Darling
What's the price of quick money?
dignity
pride
self-worth.
Be prepared to be looked at in disgust.
shamed
hated
infamous.
 Nov 2020 annh
Paradise of Fools
Pawning the diamonds
at keen witless rate,
who in the world has
won 'gainst fate?
 Nov 2020 annh
Philomena
"Hate me, hate me, tell me how you hate me
Tell me how I'm trash and you could easily replace me
Tell me that I'm strung out, wasted on the daily
Prolly 'cause there's no one around me numbin' all my pain
Prolly 'cause there's no umbrella to shield me from all the rain
Probably because you're the one playin' the mind games
You hate me because I don't let you play no mind games
They give me migraines and damage my brain
Date me, break me, easily replace me
Hopefully you see it clear, hopefully it's HD
Bet you wonder why the last few months I've been spacey
In your head, I sing"
 Nov 2020 annh
just-a-little-bird
In stories, things end neatly. Everything is ******* with the ribbon of the last sentence.
But things do not end neatly. There is only one story, with almost-endings and sort-of beginnings of words and characters, and there is always another page to turn. There is always another and then.
 Nov 2020 annh
Joe Marcello
There are so many people unemployed
They say they would work if they could
But, the great thing about being unemployed
Is that the hours are so good
 Nov 2020 annh
Leila The Kiwi
You chose
To leave
Your mark
On me

Without a
Second thought
Or asking
For my consent

You branded
Your name
In the scattered
Shadows of my mind

Perhaps you hoped
I'd hold a flame
For you
But I'm
Just
Burnt out.

l.v.s
Inspired by Burning by Sam Smith
 Nov 2020 annh
Leila The Kiwi
I gasped for air
When you came near
For I had
Held my breath
A while

I braced myself
For when
You'd disappear

But instead,
You chose
To care.

l.v.s
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