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The summer's rain starts smashing down, Battering the seasoned ships. It wouldn't quite be an Irish town Without some sodden fish and chips.
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Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #83 - Howth in a Summer Storm
Anxiety is the thought of people as scary And the thought of death or loneliness as comforting. In 2016, look around and tell me it's odd.
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
Tweet Verse #62 - Anxiety in the Age of Apocalypse
She doesn't realise I'm madly in love with her. She's so in love and it's beautiful and it kills me... I guess it's all out there now. ****
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #61 - Trainwreck (or: **** what have I just done?!)
If God exists and he is great, fair and just, why does my nose always start to itch when I'm in the shower and my hands are full of shampoo?
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 5:41 AM UTC
Tweet Verse #60 - If God exists...
The better *** is so obvious on a night out, Where there are always men Walking around, sad and alone. While the women always hunt in packs.
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #59 - The Better ***
In times of extreme stress - My peak anxiety, I come out in terrible spots - Just one or two strategically placed. **** you, why tonight?
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #58 - Spots Under Pressure
Can you hear the drums Fernando? The slow, pounding sounds of my heart As it transcends the circles of time To find that nothing has changed
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #71 - Meaning: or Nothing Has Changed
Trying to assemble a completely blank jigsaw puzzle, I am torn - am I missing a piece or is this just a naturally difficult puzzle to solve?
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Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
Tweet Verse #70 - Puzzling
It's only just November and I'm already dreading the inevitable loneliness, the capitalist greed, and eventual meaninglessness of Christmas.
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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #69 - 'Tis the Season to be Miserable
In Wicklow, the stars shine brighter. You'd think they would offer some inspiration, But all they do is remind us how ******* small we are.
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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
Tweet Verse #68 - Six Foot Five and Oh So Small
A horrible thought wanders by, as I dream of my fellow HP writers who have put pen to their pain, and wonder how many I've hearted are dead.
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Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #67 - Unanswered Calls
He could write endless books about the curl of her lips when she smiles but they would be futile in expressing truly how they made him feel.
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Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #66 - When Words Fail...
The more he thought about it, the more Audrey she became, until her class, grace, breathtaking good looks and her smile were just cinematic.
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Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #65 - One Tweet is Not Always Enough
Now it dawned on him why he couldn't get his mind off her. She had that Audrey Hepburn air and like Roman Holiday he just couldn't look away
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Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #64 - Trapped on Holiday
Surrounded by such eternal happiness, there's a soul-crushing, heart-breaking loneliness to it all. So I drink and wait for the pain to end.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #63 - Life's Medicine is Ice Cold and by the Bottle
The girls wear lipstick - red or black. They wear it for themselves or at times so like dogs or war criminals they can mark their territory.
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Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
Tweet Verse #82 - Raw (an excerpt)
Burying my head in a book Has a truly remarkable feeling. There's a deeply personal ecstasy to it. Still, it's not quite between your thighs
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Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #77 - Personal Pleasures
She always liked the romance of Slow dancing in a burning room. I did too, but now I can't imagine Doing any of it with a dancing partner.
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Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #76 - Solo Fire Waltz
Sometimes, with a drink, my poetry makes music. Others, it echoes Hemingway's cry. I never liked editing, but always did like Talking *****
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Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #75 - Write Drunk; Edit Sober; Talk *****
I tried so hard to remain happy. I truly did try - For you, as much for myself, But I fear that true happiness Is the world's greatest lie.
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Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #74 - I almost went a week...
My face is crammed full with food, Stomach bursting at the seams, I feel sick of myself and the world But it's always been that way it seems
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Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #73 - Full, Sick, And Fit To Burst
You were the blanket of winter's dusk Snug beating back an icy haze But what I wanted was to feel the fire Of hearts amidst your summer days
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #72 - The Wrong Kind of Warmth
It's often on chilly afternoons when you think of mundane things like warm blankets or if a banister could support a rope to snap your neck.
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #78 - Chilly Sunday Afternoons
The world is dark but it is also a place full of life and within those lives there are good people and sometimes one of them makes you smile
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 6:00 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #79 - She's a Flower
It's a rare thing these days to meet someone who makes you feel better about yourself. It's hard to process that feeling in any way but love
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
Tweet Verse #80 - Love in a Time of Self-Doubt