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A quiet drive

A quiet drive

Photo by  Gustavo Spindula  on  Unsplash Your obsessive trait. Is what sometimes makes you great A mirror your weapon  Your driving not great Ops, another mistake There goes that person’s gate People crossing is a chore BEEP BEEP and I’m yours  Bouncing off my car There goes another child I must admit I’m wild Now my mirror is filled with blue I really am through Behind bars On a water fast Clearly not my fault Being brought to court The judge is a sort Reading how I plead Me getting on my knees Begging to be free I’m off again now, people my new surround-sound Bars of the door, showing teeth marks galore I wish I wasn’t poor So I could have paid the bail, Instead, I'm asking for the pail

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Lord of Time

Lord of Time

Photo by  Aron Visuals  on  Unsplash You turned away from me. And all of a sudden the world changed. My life is not the same. Wifi in the sky, connected to on the fly. Techno boom, what is really true. You thought it all through. So much has changed, my life insane Time is of the essence, so much to be done we no longer need to run it’s never quiet because of ongoing triumph Ever so changed, in the way we display Marketing tools, at fingertips  Visual impairment, no longer to be stared at. Our very instinct now is to follow the crowd Our basic tools replaced and handed to fools Can no longer use them as they bring confusion Because they are not LED-lit, or bright with resolution. But it's all has a price, and we didn’t think twice You're now “running out” People shout I’m not done with you yet Yet you are done with us What will happen is a great confusion  It’ll be more than an intrusion  What is clear We will disappear.

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Death Unknown

Death Unknown

Photo by  Elijah O'Donnell  on  Unsplash If I smile for you, will you wake? If I cry for you, will you tell me this is all a mistake? If I stop you, will you hold my hand? Suicide is the plan I sit here dreaming of what could have been What will you say to me? Is this all a dream? Will you ever know what you mean to me? If you look for this idea, You will forever find it clear As looking into a mirror You will find the terror Not what you see but that which you believe

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Little did I know

Little did I know

Photo by  Avi Richards  on  Unsplash What little did I know,  you make quite the show, One of a connection, Another in my direction, What little did I know, I find you now brittle and broken, Repugnant and open, It's something of a token, To show your not well-spoken, In the art of reproach, What little did I know, That you lazily crave those of whom do not path the way, Art is a science of the mind, created by those who are divine, You look for those who are mistaken, you may only get taken for a ride, I see how you do, and I want you to improve, This eye is trained for clues, If you could see inside my head, your disapproval would be your undo Creating a movement of what can only be called an improvement, However, you are not refined, practice takes time. You are going to make a motion, it may not rock the ocean, But in time you will become divine.

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Bitch

Bitch

Your mouthpiece of manipulation Tangled in your own dictation Thrust into literation Your literation will be mistaken As an act of great exaltation In the way it is mistaken If you were sharper, you’d have more creation It is not me, but your maker That angers you and puts you into this alteration Loving you is hard to do The words don’t stop and neither do you You are taken with your own dilation On my very creation why was I awakened to deal with this mistakenness

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A Fellow Gay

A Fellow Gay

Photo by  yoav hornung  on  Unsplash Tight bodied and cream of the crop does nothing but make your jaw drop If I was one of you I’d make a pit stop, to show off what I got  You want to find a top Well, you might find a lot Doesn’t matter what you got Twinks and otters, drag queens in totters We got the lot Look at the way we dance We’ll put you in a trance  Pulling together, getting wet whenever You’ll think you're in France by the way we prance

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Formication — What is it and why do I have it

Formication — What is it and why do I have it

Photo by  Zach Lezniewicz  on  Unsplash F ormication is a  psychosis  where the person experiences tactile hallucinations. These tactile hallucinations take place on the body in the form of bugs. This psychosis is unique and can lead to delusions, where the person believes that they have been infected with insects. I have these experiences; they’re very distressing to me. It’s not just that you feel an insect crawling across you. It’s also the belief these insects can hurt you. Maybe they’ll be crawling in your ears; perhaps they’re crawling in your heart. If you google formication, you will find heaps of people asking why they are experiencing these hallucinations, and the answer is usually anxiety. They should check these feelings out by with the GP and any scratches that the problem has caused you. Psychosis If you want to know what psychosis is  click here . However, if you would like to know more about psychosis and how to deal with experiences of psychotic episodes  click here .

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Lust or Love

Lust or Love

Photo by  Tyler Nix  on  Unsplash My feelings for you grow stronger I can hide them no longer A string between us A line in the sand  What I want from you I can’t have If this was hunger, I would forever wonder  When the fire falls from the clouds, a lighter is does not shine brighter If I was one with you, you’d forever be hurting If you lust for me. Trust in me  The truth will set you free, For me, it brings heartbreak or you on your knees A brisk walk and I’m yours, the love between us shows no rights Your height is wrong, I want your dong Picking you up, I see our eyes touch You say you miss my cleft chin, but you never remember your own lies I see what you like and think I’m not right If you want this hand, you better be a better man. Reality makes a pair, your heart is in the right place, just I despair You make sense In my life just, not in the way we both think A hand in the right place is, is what I feel.  But our hands don’t connect. Lust is luck with a few steps in the direc

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