Tag: poem
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A Monster In Your Words – Poem
I’m a volcano ticking time-bomb, A tsunami riptide so hang on, I can solidify your soul with my eyes, I have blind hope, I can topple the very skies, Seeing you through this storms evil eye, Cyclops. A spells cast for evil dead, A lethal weapon aimed at your head, A lethal injection prescribed as…
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Thinking About Righting a Book
I would do anything for my dreams, whore myself to the page, sell, sell, sell. Didn’t you know that when you reach for your dreams, the monsters sometimes reach back? Why would anyone do this? Why would anyone tear out their damaged soul and configure it into words and place it nice, neat and snug…
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Out Of Hospital
Hey guys been in hospital these past few weeks, I’m all good now, one day at a time. I will be writing as soon as my brain gets back in gear. So look forward to that. Thank you for the emails people have sent me, checking in, I appreciate you looking out for me. I…
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Feelings Equal Fears By Sammy Tharratt
Hi there. I am Sammy Tharratt, I am 30 years old. I am the mother of the most perfect son in the whole world, he is my drive, the reason I get up every morning. I have been writing for a few years now and recently my poetry has been published into a book I…
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Lost In My Darkness
HOME is where the hurt is, so, sanity must be the illness, right? Memory is mere suicide of one’s mind. Captured by my past, my memories have me prisoner, remembrance is my murderer, too scared to let my thoughts out, locked down, forever. I’ve always been taught that minor minds cave, you’ll need miners to…
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My Personal Storm
I crawl into the corner; the shadows are where I live now. I take the thin corners of the shady sheet and wrap myself in their warmth; this is how I grow in the darkness. All alone again. All coloured pills, a kaleidoscope of new hope. I can feel my heart beat, another one, another…
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Sick And Tired – Poem
I’m sick & tired of being poor, I’m sick & tired of being beaten-up and shown the floor, I’m sick & tired of not having enough food, I’m sick & tired for always asking for more, I’m sick & tired of all of these doctors’ meds, I’m sick & tired of these voices in my…
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One Pill, Two Pill
The time was CD’s, Eminem and infant internet. I am so sorry – to all of you! I lost myself and became so selfish in my search for normality, I just wanted to be like you so much I found a medication that could make me “Sane” But I would have lost my talent to…
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Reasons Why We May Have Lost Our Minds
Prolific, that’s my word for today. Your word is awesome, wear it proud. Maybe I have written so much I’ve got lost in all my word soup. I am going to be great, just watch me, dude, just watch me. I want you to be on that journey with me, partners in crime, Thelma and…
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Like Father, Like Son, Like Daughter
You are precious to me. I want to hide you from the evil this world has mustard, but on the other hand, I am one proud Dad, I will shout it from rooftops until everyone hears me. In the future, when he grows up, when my son shines the whole world will get burned. Family…
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A Poem For Cacilia – Happy Valentines Day
I took this photo of my Sleepy Girlfriend, I like it. She is completely crazy (Just like me!) and I love her for it. Cacilia, this is for you. A Poem for Cacilia — With you I’m in my mind, Without you I’m out it, A normal life need not apply, How about we go…
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Finding Inspiration To Write
Can’t find inspiration to write? Well, step right up, I have a dose of “What-Was-That!” …This will knock your socks off. Let me start off by saying, I know the feeling. I am in the same boat sometimes; probably why I drink most-of-the-time. But hey, I am a writer; the life behind the pen comes…
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The Pleading Writer
The Pleading Writer I utterly hate the term “I write therefore I am writer.” It just seems tacky and overused. Why not choose a different line like… “I am writer because I have a drink problem.” Or “I’ve had a crappy life therefore I can write crappy.” Or how about my personal favourite. “I’m damage…
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My Chaotic Carvings
I will no longer slave my thinking, a war upon sanity. Inflict hate when I elicit my illicit pen on all which are affectionate towards my bad lucked black blood pump. One chance to rule this world, I am loosing myself within the moment of monumental moulded monsters I shall muster. No treatments I hand…
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10 Pages of Poetry
My Poetic side. Please let these stars guide me home,The debt in which I claim, was paid in full,I crossed that line far from the road,Lost my mind, I’ve had prison bars of my own,What do I wish on? When my vision is gone,A two course collision, with a coping mechanism,And brute force…No cross road…
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We Are Talk Sick, I Mean, Toxic
Want to know why the human heart is associated with being in love? It’s because love is bloody. I read her body language and she leaves me red. I try and pack a bag, just in case our words get lost in decent descent, I’ll just take off. We are talk sick, I mean, we’re…
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Still Here
I am still here. I’ve been busy working on my new novel. Sorry I had to disappear on everyone. I will keep you posted. Thanks for all the love. Drop me a message and I will reply. Be good to one another and I will see you all soon. Love you all! Alex
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A Muddle Of Poems
Alex’s Poetic side. Please let these stars guide me home,The debt in which I claim, was paid in full,I crossed that line far from the road,Lost my mind, I’ve had prison bars of my own,What do I wish on? When my vision is gone,A two course collision, with a coping mechanism,And brute force…No cross road…
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What Type Of Writer?
For my Writing Friends I stand now; I stand a man with no future as of yet, twiddled by his past and troubled by his condition but still I stand toe to toe – nose to nose with this epic-fail named my life. Yes it may have a detrimental state on my being but in life’s…
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This Pen Is A Monster, It’s The Only One That Gets Me
This pen is a monster; it’s the only one that gets me! I’m coming for it all, one last stand on every piece of paper, crumple it up and use them as bombs or make myself paper aeroplanes. Extremists, Haha! Please… I’m an extreme extremist; I eat terrorists as if they were bubble-gum, see what…
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The Worst Writer In The World
That would be me… The Worst Writer in the World The world hatched and gave birth to me, silver linings are traced over with bad-luck; I’m mad as fuck, not even military precision prayers could save this mutant of the pen. A pill in my mouth, a bee in my bonnet, high as the clouds,…
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What Did I Just Write? What Was I Thinking?
The jags from their stares wrench and echo beyond my eyes, their eyes are now chock-a-block with a monster. I invert my own look towards a daydream away from this pit of despair I helped dig for them. Hands clenched within my pockets, they will never know how close they had come to a detrimental dental…
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The Syllable God – Poem
— In front of this Lunar Eclipse, This let loose humanoid lunatic turns mutant, A grade-A student bullying school kids with the coolest new kicks, Your Jiu-Jitsu flips are my amusement, your life is now truant, stupid! Acoustic screams equipped to my new movement of music, I’m on the run as a fugitive from their…
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