Tag: poetry
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Angst Journal Entry – Wasted
I need an infusion of thought I desire a bonding of souls In my path, stands my time Wasted on nights like these Cheaply spent I need a dime I deserve as much as she I’m so much, it drives me crazy I need some place to stand In early morning due to demand I…
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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…
Angst Anarchy 