April 3, 2017 · 4:51 pm
Howard Pyle
Rejection; Depression
–
Rejection
a Word
I Know
All too Well,
a Word
That Has Burned a Hole;
Marked my Soul.
Driven me To be a Lone.
Never to Know Home,
to Own Nothing,
But Scars I Can Not Hide;
That Multiply
With Each Passing Day.
They Weigh One After Another;
Suffer.
That Is the Bread I Break,
the Ache
of Never a Praise
or a Raise
to Lift me a Moment
From my Torment.
my Eyes Search
For Why
This Has to Be my Fate
& May Be
I Cry
Just a Little
When I Remember
It Is Too Late,
To Begin a New;
to Bloom.
So I Huddle In my Covers
& Dream Dreams of Death.
For I Have Not the Courage Yet,
to Die;
Sublime
& In my Mind
I Find
Depression At Its Best,
a Laughing Joke,
Another Poke;
That I am Neither a Live or Dead
Just Shambling Through
One More Room
In This Tomb
I Call Life
& I Wonder To my Self
Could This Be a Test;
Then I Smile;
Liar.
Don’t Bother Trying
It Will End
Just Like the Rest.
So Don’t Sit & Fret.
It Can’t Be Met,
Perhaps It’s Time
to Rile Up
the Demons In your Breast;
To Summon Up
All the Angst & Hate
& Serve Them Up a Bitter Plate
Rife With Gun & Knife.
So They May Share
the Loss That Is my Life.
These Are the Things
That Swirl Through my Brain,
That Drive me InSane;
Red,
Raw,
Murder.
Shall I Take your Hand
ForSake This Land
or Am I too Weak,
Another Loss I Think.
Another Rejection
to Add to my List of Depression,
a Debilitating Disease
That Will Have you On your Knees.
Not Good For a Thing
That Is How It Has me
With Out
Hope
#B27321
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July 24, 2016 · 12:03 am
Gustave Dore
Murder
–
I’ll Murder
you
Murder you
Murder you
Murder you
With Words
In Case
you Haven’t
Heard
I’ll Come
To your
House
or
Pull you
From your
Spouse
With Words
Words
Words
Words
you Got
your Little
Clique
&
you
Think
you’re
the Shit
I’ll Kick
In your
Door
Yes,
With Words
Words
Words
Words
Because
When
the Words
Have Stopped
You’ve
All Ready
Been Dropped
With Words
Words
Words
Words
#B27321
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May 25, 2016 · 4:21 pm
Joshua Reynolds
Secret
–
I Think
What
Do you
Look Like
my Beauty
my Beast
Why
Do you
Hide
From
the Eyes
Of me
#B27321
–
Filed under Prose
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April 25, 2016 · 12:54 am
Evariste Vital Luminais
Trauma $$$
–
Trauma
You’ll Think
Trauma
When I
Beat
You Back
Into
your Momma
These Words
Will Be
your Dirge
as I
Sing
you
a Song
of Fist
&
Cuff
Yeah
Let’s
Get Rough
It’s
the Stuff
of Legends
Large
Against Small
Winner
Takes All
the Gall
to Pretend
I Don’t
Belong
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March 21, 2016 · 4:52 am
Heinrich Vogtherr
Prose
–
I
Miss Judged
you
I
the Fool
to Think
you Were
Any Different
a Jewel
In Stead
you Rule
a Kingdom
of Word
Count
&
Popular
Buffoons
#B27321
–
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January 30, 2016 · 10:30 pm
Jean-Léon Gérôme
I Think
It
Just Began
When
you Went
to Hold
my Hand
the Plan
With Out
Knowing
the Hierarchy
Of
the Clan
Damn
From
With In
Not
With Out
the Proser
Staff
Have to
Make It
Count
Founded On
Gratitude
&
Chops
Willing to
Get In
the Ring
&
Tackle
Any Thing
That Is
the Song
I Sing
–
Mainly
to Entertain
me
&
Spark
an Interest
In my
Art
May be
Find a
Friend
Make
my Circle
Better
Than
When
I Start
That Is
What
Is In
my Hollow
Hollow
Heart
–
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October 26, 2015 · 6:36 pm
Antoine Wiertz
What
Do you
Does It
Or
Are you
Going
To
me
Get In
the
–
I am
to Get
That
you
Feeling
you’re
&
I
Am
No
–
Why
If you
Are Not
Going
to Take
the
&
Leave
your
–
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