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Pimple

Hogging my space,On your face,Lives a minor inconvenience –A pimple on the shell,A little piece from hell,That only appearsWhen I think of love,For it nudges my lipsWhen I want a kiss,It gives me blood,But gives you love,For it has found a spotRight on that cheekWhere

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Piece of Mind

I wake up every morning,Nauseous and knowingOf a badgering that goes rogue in my head.While the path up ahead,Twists and twinesEvery logic I have in my tread. I falter my wayWith the image of a day,That can’t seem to forget the night,For the night was

matchsticks for passion-hate poem

Passion-hate

Crawling towards a goal,Whilst the world drifts clueless,Living in a hole,I might be a bit less Than what makes them happy,I have often loud wondered,Their lives could be crappy,Hadn’t our makers blundered. “If it were all a study,What remains to learn?What peeves you O buddy?Don’t

hemlock poem by scottshak

Hemlock

Drawn to love,For he has hated enough,And sulked in his very own story,Like a hero who mustLearn to trust,These details aren’t as gory. What do you call a fool,Who tries to ruleA world he has lost twice?And he rolls still,In hopes to millA six out

surreal photography for ordinary man poem by scottshak

Ordinary Man

Ordinary man,Go back to your ordinary life!Did you eat today?Did you sleep as muchAs you did yesterday?Did you say those words,You said so many times,You forgot what it means now?Did you breathe enough,So much that you took life for granted?Did you play a game to

unto the clouds poem by scottshak

Unto the Clouds

Clouds above,Clouds below,And clouds within,Run wildIn a torrential ride.Winds of timePush them aroundTo help them find their place,But clouds still raceRestless,Like little woolen ballsThat cats fail to chase.Dancing above a bluish maze,They often hang outWith the lonely sun.Their blades of furLight up like fire then,And

hiding creative photography scottshak poem

Hiding in Plain Sight

What do you hideBehind those golden eyes?It kills me insideTo not have that knowledge.So many secrets hiddenIn plain sight,Whilst here I thoughtI was a man with the key,But I stay locked outside.Unable to see The real you,As you paint a picture of trustThat I mustLearn

ticking bomb poem

Ticking Bomb

I am only a moment awayFrom disappearing into my life,Never to return again,Despite who dares to cry.My wilderness of sorrowCalls me every night,And wishes to keep me companyInside its cold heart.I breathe on gloomAs if it were my fuel,And I can’t be happy all the

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Time Out

Here I lie, on the ground,Wallowing in, without a sound,A river of your mirth,I dive in for a rebirth,And come out a changed man,With a yearning in my throat,To call my insides out,But can’t,For you wantA time out in the quiet,Where my company is not

self taught poem by scottshak

Self-taught

I blame you for messing me up,For making me impalpable,For not letting me learnHow to live in this crazy world,For making me anxiousEven when misery isn’t aroundTo be my friend,And I have trouble trusting people now,For you left me scarred so badI am numb to