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Hello friend! My name is infamous1! I've been writing for years, its my voice. I'm being more creative no longer self destructive. I started writing …
I hope that my writings touch others as Poetry and Timeless Prosodies have touched me. aka: MoonFlower "Fluer de Luna" Currently recovering from a traumatic …
28/F/Scandinavia
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Poems
Jack Jenkins Mar 2018
NF "Remember This" excerpt
Jack Jenkins
Mar 2018
...I fell in love with my pain and I slept with my regrets
Happiness saw it happen, maybe that's why she up and left
Joy called me a cheater, said she ain't coming back
I've always had a problem with relationships
But that's what happens when you see the world through a broken lens...
Happiness saw it happen, maybe that's why she up and left
Joy called me a cheater, said she ain't coming back
I've always had a problem with relationships
But that's what happens when you see the world through a broken lens...
Jack Jenkins
Oct 2017
If you want love...
...you're going to have to
...go through the pain...
...you're going to have to
...go through the pain...
Such a great artist. Love this verse so much.
DoctorMrProfesseurPatch Jul 2014
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DoctorMrProfesseurPatch
Jul 2014
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Your probably wondering why this poem is called J. It's because there aren't any Js