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Colm Dec 2020
Your emotion isn't poetry
But your poetry should be an emote
Uninspired, I know
Colm Dec 2020
Nothing has [a] name
A place
A feeling known as me
[In quarintine]
Nadadada
Colm Dec 2020
Pointed hopes
Peirce skies above
And in colorful fallings
Reach the pinnacle of scope

We are seen most only when we glow
Holes In The Clouds
Colm Dec 2020
When God
Reaches down
And wraps your voice
Your arm, your mind
In a gifted shroud
Nobody cares about your small, petty, human politics stupid
Just go out and wow the crowd
PLATFORM
Colm Dec 2020
I've been so quiet and tired
so cold and concerned
with somethingness
that all I want is warmth
and a nonexistence for a little bit
nothing in this somethingness
Colm Dec 2020
Even when I'm nothing
This something
Drives me
Mad
Nada
Colm Dec 2020
Some paths are too well tread for me
And through other thrown
In the woods of obsession known
Are remembered by me all too well
Repetitious Me
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