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Bonk the Clown
Poetry is my jam, often a form of healing, always an experience of exploration
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Bonk the Clown
Poetry is my jam, often a form of healing, always an experience of exploration
Poetry is my jam, often a form of healing, always an experience of exploration
Poetry is my jam, often a form of healing, always an experience of exploration
Burning
Seething
Flames of
Despair
It clenches my heart
A vice tightening
With every
Beat
I wish for better days
For better yesterdays
And it feels I come up
Empty
Forlorn
I punch the fridge
Cause it’s the only thing that makes me feel alive
And it’s the only things my fleshy hands can’t break
Choking on
Smoke
Pouring out of every orifice
I wish I could extinguish
Burning
Seething
Flames of
D...
What to do when
The choices are endless
The possibilities even more so
It can be paralyzing if you let it
But I don’t
Let it I mean
My choices are often quick
My gut being the north star
But sometimes my gut is wrong
And I take back my choices
One thing that’s beautiful
Is you can always choose to choose again
Sometimes though
I ponder
And ponder
And ponder
When my gut can’t choose for me
When...
Sticky
Darkness
My mind loud
The thoughts
Racing
Through my past
Present
Future
My life flashing before my eyes
Though I’m not quite at death’s door
But the silence
It hurts worse than death
I try to drown it out
Music
Tv
Conversation
But in all these
There is still a
Moment
Of silence
A moment of silence
For the
People, places, things
I’ve lost
Along the road
Treacherous as the pilgrammage
...