Category: Poetry
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His creativity’s all but spentPoor Old Floyd’s loaned his mind out for rentAnd no one’s bothered to return itAll that’s left’s the meager depositHis family’s gone, so are his bondsThose “get rich quick schemes” are all just consWhen Old Floyd walks by, sharks smell fresh bloodEveryone thinks that he’s just a dudDestined to live in…
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Time takes its tollOn a withered dreamThe love couldn’t holdAnother failure tale told It is a pageFull of regretsUntested testsKnees buckledEyes couldn’t stop crying No method of apologyJust reflections in an anthologyTurned my back on the pastSolemnly, it is no longer welcome Expression of depressionLacked in certain directionStricken by unusual infectionNot allowed to feel such…
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Wooden facesHide all expressionShowing no emotionBut you cannot fool meWith your false impressionsYour decorated masksAren’t clever inventions Crooked smilesOnly visible everySo once and a whileBroken frownsReflect a broken heartStrolling lonelyThru this old townA wooden face tells allToo much painToo much to showThat should notEver be shownEmotional overflowNo stitches can be sownTo tie these wounds Wooden…