Tag: Poem
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Currently – Nine to Five is Crushing my Soul
1. Blaring sound, repeats Eyes fly open, reluctantly drawn to light At dawn I scream something unspoken Something formless Pulled from comfort and into motion Now my day has begun to tick Like a bomb A little TNT wired to the jaws Teeth clench in hot water Hair streaming like the wind Frustration, useless fists…
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Angst Journal Entry – Anti-Beauty Queen
Questions, insults, denial, shame Thoughts crowding my mind I begin to cry, messing up my face Tears sluicing, fraught with self hatred My every hour seems devoid of hope, devoid of you I can see their glossy unseeing faces now Surrounding me, engulfing me Squeezing me, strangling me I can’t breathe I have become useless,…
Angst Anarchy 