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"acks" poems
When something snaps The ****** all bolt Dogs out the traps We all collapse Down the plughole Like turned on taps Jaded expats Bourbon, poker All throw craps Black top hats Line the road Like mourning bats Marital spats Crystal prisms Where love refracts Wear navy slacks Stare out to sea As mars attacks Nightmares hide facts Flattened like focaccia Under fifteen all-blacks Fuss over Goldman sachs You know we only blink When it's the shirt on our backs
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Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 5:12 AM UTC
Acka-Acka-Acks
AlL around me i see people with painted faces and glIttering clothing trying much too hard to be perfect. but whAt they don't know is that I can see the cRacks creeping ever so slowly across their whitewashed porcelain faceS.
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 5:23 PM UTC
All Around Me
We walk a distance of A thousand suns, Once Filled with Ice cold hearts, And acks of the sorrow filled souls, We dance through a kingdom Hand picked by phony cowards, That only dream of daring, Although we can't escape This prisoned life, We know our destination Is here. Brawling through ones desires, Captivating the truth with One stripped heart, As time counts down Till the end, Our time has come, And it is now or never, To save this world from Infinit polluted distruction.
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Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
Now or Never
Ode to loss, death, and decay grief is never far away. It walks with my shadow, in between my steps upon the paths of my journey grief follows. To say goodbye forever is the hardest part, to feel the pain of loss and the empty space it causes is a deep wound. Grief is a chasma in the heart, it bleeds and acks for awhile. The ack doesn't stop but it becomes bearable over time. ©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
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Feb 19, 2022
Feb 19, 2022 at 9:54 AM UTC
Grief My Old Friend
Every time i think of the person i like my heart acks because i know they don't look at me with the eyes i look at them, She is like a jewel a theif will never steal because he knows he will never be able to steal her heart.
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Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
Thief
Tell me this what do I do when I miss you. What do I do when my lips crave for your lips. What do I do when Your so far away that my heart acks for you to be next to me. What do I do when I erg for you so much that I lose control. Just tell me what should I do.
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
Tell me what to do
did you know that jax and snacks sound similar you see it's because the "ax" and "acks" make a similar sound also my father hit me
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
a poem about my father