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| My Poetry. Born to Lose. For me to go far away in my mind, Like escaping from a society, Which is eating my dreams. The corruption of unwritten laws, To which I am bound, Force feed me with idea's and prospects that are just out of reach. Yet the dreams I experience, Are of fear and old faces, That concsiously I'd lost due to passing of time. So as I say to the worm, Aswell as the bird: "Your society, idea's, prospects, dreams and your laws, Prove their is no rebellion, Without a cause. Telling Someone. As I lay down and close my eyes, They surround me, Like faceless heads, Staring, As they force themselves inside me. Their deafening silence screams all around me, Pounding me, Poking me, Unrelentlessly, Alone in my body, But trapped in my mind, They're the last things I see, When I open my eyes.
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Some of my favorite Anachist Poetry |