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mornings are hard like cement they won't move unless i have a cup of coffee it's like magic potion the more i sip the more my blood seems...

no milk for the cornflakes i eat them like pebbles in my mouth i chew them at least i have the chocolate almonds the pandemic is still ra...

they're not made overnight in the news or like a virus catch everyone unaware they're the quiet ones day in day out like little ants in s...

at the diner we ate a friend and i Jesus, Buddha, Vishnu, Mohammed, they're all the same only different names really, Tom, how could they...

the days are dark it's strangling my mind everywhere death seems to grow, sprawl like black lava its path pronouncements of unbending wil...

the sky is falling i know not why blue is melting down like ice cream, sliding down the cone, anger written all over its face the clouds ...

These dark days like black clouds over our heads, we walk in fear, waiting, clutching our hands. We look around, hear the news, our ears,...

Sailors though longing for land, they ride the high seas for treasures unclaimed.

Like birds in a cage, they do not know where to go until you free them.

sometimes i wonder where all those years went i can vaguely remember sitting behind the desk while the teacher wrote on the chalkboard th...

Sometimes when the rain decides to share its pain, i lay on my bed and listen the raindrops, they're not dancing, it's as if they're writ...

the chairs and sofas became alive after he gave them a new personality customers - they looked at huge books filled with patterns some bu...

i wonder what would happen if our lives are played by white balls waiting for the right numbers to hit the jackpot news of celebrities dy...

They say winter is the coldest no telling the temperature so stay away Winter now, white snow with biting air my hands being sawed Scarfe...

Can you hear it? Only when you look at them, can you hear it. Their faces tell it all, there is nothing hidden. Their hands, too, write a...

laughter, freely flowing, like wine liberally poured out

i woke up one morning they were at it again it wasn’t madame butterfly more like vivaldi close to spring how could they no conductor to b...

exchange turf rules

autumn leaves they lie on the ground i hear laughter in one loud tear drops in another some delicious whispers that melt in ears like roa...