#brokenpoet2 — Public Fediverse posts
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I am too tired to weep
yet you coax a small smile
to adorn these lips like thief
You magical bastard you.
Now make books and love
bloom on bloody battlefields lost.. -
I am too tired to weep
yet you coax a small smile
to adorn these lips like thief
You magical bastard you.
Now make books and love
bloom on bloody battlefields lost.. -
I am too tired to weep
yet you coax a small smile
to adorn these lips like thief
You magical bastard you.
Now make books and love
bloom on bloody battlefields lost.. -
I am too tired to weep
yet you coax a small smile
to adorn these lips like thief
You magical bastard you.
Now make books and love
bloom on bloody battlefields lost.. -
I am too tired to weep
yet you coax a small smile
to adorn these lips like thief
You magical bastard you.
Now make books and love
bloom on bloody battlefields lost.. -
And I was silent
And in the time of my silence
Many wrongs were done
Many were killed
And now I ask
Are not these hands too
Bathed in blood -
And I was silent
And in the time of my silence
Many wrongs were done
Many were killed
And now I ask
Are not these hands too
Bathed in blood -
And I was silent
And in the time of my silence
Many wrongs were done
Many were killed
And now I ask
Are not these hands too
Bathed in blood -
And I was silent
And in the time of my silence
Many wrongs were done
Many were killed
And now I ask
Are not these hands too
Bathed in blood -
And I was silent
And in the time of my silence
Many wrongs were done
Many were killed
And now I ask
Are not these hands too
Bathed in blood -
sometimes we must tilt our heads just slightly to catch the dust dancing in the sun,love
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sometimes we must tilt our heads just slightly to catch the dust dancing in the sun,love
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sometimes we must tilt our heads just slightly to catch the dust dancing in the sun,love
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sometimes we must tilt our heads just slightly to catch the dust dancing in the sun,love
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sometimes we must tilt our heads just slightly to catch the dust dancing in the sun,love
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and I cannot speak of him without weeping
not because of sadness
no, I cannot tell you why my hand trembles flicking tears away as if wiper blade
much the same as I cannot tell you why other times I simply smile
So dear blue bird please do not ask and come sit and sip your tea..
#brokenpoet2 -
and I cannot speak of him without weeping
not because of sadness
no, I cannot tell you why my hand trembles flicking tears away as if wiper blade
much the same as I cannot tell you why other times I simply smile
So dear blue bird please do not ask and come sit and sip your tea..
#brokenpoet2 -
and I cannot speak of him without weeping
not because of sadness
no, I cannot tell you why my hand trembles flicking tears away as if wiper blade
much the same as I cannot tell you why other times I simply smile
So dear blue bird please do not ask and come sit and sip your tea..
#brokenpoet2 -
and I cannot speak of him without weeping
not because of sadness
no, I cannot tell you why my hand trembles flicking tears away as if wiper blade
much the same as I cannot tell you why other times I simply smile
So dear blue bird please do not ask and come sit and sip your tea..
#brokenpoet2 -
and I cannot speak of him without weeping
not because of sadness
no, I cannot tell you why my hand trembles flicking tears away as if wiper blade
much the same as I cannot tell you why other times I simply smile
So dear blue bird please do not ask and come sit and sip your tea..
#brokenpoet2 -
I have never hated
someone I once loved
for it would be a life deprived..
lived in only exhales..
and do no justice
to the memory of us..of when.. -
I have never hated
someone I once loved
for it would be a life deprived..
lived in only exhales..
and do no justice
to the memory of us..of when.. -
I have never hated
someone I once loved
for it would be a life deprived..
lived in only exhales..
and do no justice
to the memory of us..of when.. -
I have never hated
someone I once loved
for it would be a life deprived..
lived in only exhales..
and do no justice
to the memory of us..of when.. -
I have never hated
someone I once loved
for it would be a life deprived..
lived in only exhales..
and do no justice
to the memory of us..of when.. -
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I hated the stink of it all
small minds with empty gestures
large eyes with no souls
sitting on a bench
more bird shit than wood
in a grey drizzle of New York
and if I was lucky
giggling girls would pass wearing casual smiles
with thigh high boots
and I'd fucking swear Brahms was playing -
I hated the stink of it all
small minds with empty gestures
large eyes with no souls
sitting on a bench
more bird shit than wood
in a grey drizzle of New York
and if I was lucky
giggling girls would pass wearing casual smiles
with thigh high boots
and I'd fucking swear Brahms was playing -
I hated the stink of it all
small minds with empty gestures
large eyes with no souls
sitting on a bench
more bird shit than wood
in a grey drizzle of New York
and if I was lucky
giggling girls would pass wearing casual smiles
with thigh high boots
and I'd fucking swear Brahms was playing -
I hated the stink of it all
small minds with empty gestures
large eyes with no souls
sitting on a bench
more bird shit than wood
in a grey drizzle of New York
and if I was lucky
giggling girls would pass wearing casual smiles
with thigh high boots
and I'd fucking swear Brahms was playing -
I hated the stink of it all
small minds with empty gestures
large eyes with no souls
sitting on a bench
more bird shit than wood
in a grey drizzle of New York
and if I was lucky
giggling girls would pass wearing casual smiles
with thigh high boots
and I'd fucking swear Brahms was playing -
Pieces of sky in pockets
Tears under pillows
Trees pulling up roots
Oceans fleeing across sunsets
And I..
with a string
Trying to remember -
Pieces of sky in pockets
Tears under pillows
Trees pulling up roots
Oceans fleeing across sunsets
And I..
with a string
Trying to remember -
Pieces of sky in pockets
Tears under pillows
Trees pulling up roots
Oceans fleeing across sunsets
And I..
with a string
Trying to remember -
Pieces of sky in pockets
Tears under pillows
Trees pulling up roots
Oceans fleeing across sunsets
And I..
with a string
Trying to remember -
Pieces of sky in pockets
Tears under pillows
Trees pulling up roots
Oceans fleeing across sunsets
And I..
with a string
Trying to remember -
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Autumn and all the bittersweet lessons of letting go
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Autumn and all the bittersweet lessons of letting go
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Autumn and all the bittersweet lessons of letting go
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Autumn and all the bittersweet lessons of letting go
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Autumn and all the bittersweet lessons of letting go