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II.

toxic train track

metal waste raindrop

incarcerated too long too late

no reply.

faintly.

Risk until one always.

Any ways. Anyways.

fastforward. Visual rewind

incongruity. Incongruous.

Inferior absolutes. Taste

lingering remnant after

gauzy impossibility.

Ending. Search mystified.

Final helping of emptiness

 

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I.

false start.

Draw too deep breath.

Linger too long.

take back   break

   neck  speed  one

 two  don’t   stop ask

 once    no twice

Forget.  

    Slowly.

Forego solid food.

Count to ten.

  hold on   elastic pill

     tight  stretch

     release      sharp no time

fixing not broken not ever

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Two Separated Stars

Two Separated Stars 
- Reinmari 

Sunlight clasps the earth 
Moonbeams kiss the sea
I've watched as the sun kills itself 
To let the moon breathe

I've always known the story
Of mountain, river and ocean.
Mountains mingle with the river
And rivers with the ocean

But as long as.. 

Pale stars still shine above
Falling leaves are still dancing
Cupid and Psyche are still inlove
Los...

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Incompetent

{Incompetent?}

 

 

It’s not funny when

someone says you are

incompetent making

you feel useless and

pathetic because of a

massive debilitating

illness and disease

making that person

weak and infirm like

they shouldn’t even be

in existence in this evil

corrupted world 

 

 

 

 

©Tina Glover\One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer November 14,2017...

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Nothing Last Forever

{Nothing Last Forever}

 

 


As nothing last

forever and we

need time on our

own to find our

way out there

and through this

cold blue november

rain that keeps

blowing this pain in

and out of our lives

and don't you

dare look into my

eyes because you

will still see

there's love inside

of them burning

for you still but

we both are so

mes...

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Sorrow

One cold winters day,

In a place not too far away.

A friend is living a lie,

forever telling me she wishes to die.

She lives in pure hell,

Although nobody is able to tell.

She says she is "done"

Although she has sure fooled everyone.

Although she cannot fool me.

I've had the luxury to listen and see.

Things started looking better.

A few weeks go by and she recieves...

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Once

{Once}

 


Once I held his love

and affections so

deeply embedded

into my heart so it

would never apart 

 

 

Until the day my brown

eyed rough tough with

the heart of perfection

left my side when an

horrible accident

happened that's when

my heart was ripped

straight out of my chest

leaving a gaping hole

there where his love

once remained at 

...

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When You've Took Away All My Will Power

{When You've Took Away All My Will Power}

 

 

 

When you've took away

all of my will power as a 

human being and as a

woman as well I have 

lost my dignity I feel 

ashamed of myself

constantly I feel like that

I have to hide my real

self and I have to hide

my face and my body

from everyone because

I might not meet their

standards and that you

migh...

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I'll Bet You'll Start Loving Me?

{I'll Bet You'll Start Loving Me?}

 

 


One day I'll bet you'll 

start loving me when I

start loving someone 

else which isn't you 

 

 

But you had that

chance but you chose

someone else to love

besides me 

 

 

One day I'll bet you'll 

start  loving me when 

you see I am better

without you 

 

 

But you chose her

and not me 

 

...

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Don't Cry Over Me

{Don't Cry Over Me} 

 

Don't cry over me 

Don't feel sad for me 

Don't you think that

I didn't want

to stay but I 

couldn't because I 

had to go because

God needed me more 

Don't you think that  

I didn't Iove you

because I did 

and I always will

even from above now 

Don't cry over me 

Don't you forget that 

now I'm your angel

watching over you

...

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Murderous Tears

{Murderous Tears}

 


These murderous tears

follows down my cheeks 

wetting my shirt as I gently

wipe them away like the

way the did you by murdering

you in cold blooded murder

and it left me here like a

child that was orphaned 

to survive in these darkened

cold streets that the

blood stained asphalt

surrounds my feet 

 


But I cannot fathom 

how th...

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He Plays Cat And Mouse Games

(He Plays Cat And Mouse Games) 

 

 

 

​​​​​​As he chases me and many 

more women because

he likes to play 

little cat and mouse game's with me 

but I am tired of running away 

from him and now 

you have all the other women that you are chasing

 

 

Because I am gone 

 

 

 

And we will not

have no more

playing cat and

mouse game's

for me...

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