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  Nov 2016 The Dedpoet
Ramin Ara
A happy wife
Is a happy life
  Nov 2016 The Dedpoet
nana nilsson
Vi fik jo hinanden til sidst
Som dagen smeltede ind i aftenen
og vi to ind i hinanden
Den torsdag i (Hjerter)kongens by
Du lovede mig sommeren
i bytte for et løfte
om at finde min vej tilbage til dig
Satte mit bryst i brand og ilden er
endnu ikke slukket
Af askerne opstod vores begyndelse
  Nov 2016 The Dedpoet
Raven
The drug
The high
The confusion
The craving
The withdrawal

The brain feels overwhelmed
The noise creates chaos in my mind
The silence I seek
The alone time I need

The anxiety kicks in
Struggling to breathe...
Overthinking creates an addiction, to the things that cause mind suppression.

My mind is noisy, with thoughts of occurrences that have happened, and some not.
I try not to depress myself, but mistakenly think too far in the future, then get disappointed because expectations have not been reached.
Busy, distracted, chaotic, and unfocused.

I reach no end to where my mind goes...
A path of little thoughts that creates an explosion and downfall.

I crave the drugs to give my mind a rest.
To give it a sense of peacefulness...
I have failed lifes tests.

Tense, tight, my mind implodes.
Burn my thoughts and bury them in ashed coal.

Cannot sleep
Cannot close my eyes
Always in a state of overthinking...
Like my brain is constantly blinking
  Nov 2016 The Dedpoet
phil roberts
He wakes in the morning
More tired than when he went to bed
He makes his coffee with too much milk
The TV news is pretty much the same as yesterday
Just the faces and names may change
The rain pours outside his window
Washing the colour from the day
And he is reminded of a phrase he heard
So often in the mills
A catchphrase of despair
"If this is living, roll on death"

                                             By Phil Roberts
  Nov 2016 The Dedpoet
phil roberts
He wakes in the morning
More tired than when he went to bed
He makes his coffee with too much milk
The TV news is pretty much the same as yesterday
Just the faces and names may change
The rain pours outside his window
Washing the colour from the day
And he is reminded of a phrase he heard
So often in the mills
A catchphrase of despair
"If this is living, roll on death"

                                             By Phil Roberts
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