Random Unsorted Drafts

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no one ever tells me,

of the wrongs I do,

the options I had,

the wrongs made … and,

I don’t even care,

ANYMORE; NO MORE; MORE,

I only see less,

by the day; less and less,

by night; squeaking beds,

I dream of squeak,

of you telling me

I am wrong

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I do not have thirteen reasons,
Seemingly excessive; a tad,
A quantity of one do suffice,
Easier to count on a hand with
Fingers; absent

I do not have thirteen reasons,
Nor a librarian to teach me how,
My words fit in to their world,
Between two sheets; of paper,
I seek refuge; without her

I do not have thirteen reasons,
But I have enough,
I have had enough,
Enough of all that is,
All that was; is not

I do not have thirteen reasons,
I do not have a neck; noosed,
A reason to give in; give up,
So why the struggle; straggle,
I keep asking; without hearing
anyone giving me; an answer

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It happened on a Monday,
Of that I am quite sure,
Tuesday would have been too late,
As men reckon time; in war

It happened on a Monday,
Between the hours of one and three,
Just to be accurate; I do mean,
The hours following midday – Noon

It happened on a Monday,
As I sat under the apple tree,
Minding my own business,
Of which there was not much – to see

It happened on a Monday,
Along the path that runs beside,
Beside my house that is,
Between the fields of glory; and death

It happened on a Monday,
The reasons I shall not divulge; the whys,
Some secrets are meant to be kept; …
secret; dreams

It happened on a Monday,
As the Harriers departed,
Their vertical lift; recalling,
The land of Falks; invaded

It happened on a Monday,
The war was won; the world was lost,
As I remained seated; under a tree,
Without apples; without fear

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The tambourine; with its indefinite pitch,
I stand erect; erected; corrected,
Between the pines of the Everglade,
The Fenrir howling; blood overflowing – slowly,
I stand corrected,
Pitching the hopes of mankind,
Sucking on pine needles,
Dreaming of glorious lands,
Sucking on pine needles,
Believing things do change; eventually,
Sucking on pine needles,
Indefinitely dreaming; …,
My Erection; with your tambourine swinging,
Welcome to my world; of dreaming

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I found unshaded love; once,

among them; the little people,

I went there on a whim,

trying to survive; my life,

as unexpectedly as wind;

upon the shores of Mars,

I survived for twelve months,

but my love; she did die

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There are people like me; I recently learnt,

Living in a country I never saw as home,

They behave like me; I hate that face,

I consider visiting; but what if I fail,

fail to leave and get stuck for good,

I worry about vodka and knives; oh yes,

of potato and leeks; of them and me,

what if I was meant to cross the sea;

but chose the direction; wrong indeed

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For his sins, his fatal mistakes, he was told he had to pay the ultimate price. Unsure about protocol, he inquired: does that price include … sales tax?

I do feel for you

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In the well of contemplation,
among the debris of crumbling walls,
I sit on my high-chair,
not giving you any clues

I spread myself thin,
empty pages filled with ink,
keeping myself to my self,
an actual context; absent though

So give it your best shot,
guesswork will have to do,
working within those parameters,
I do however; feel for you

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