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I am a left-handed, middle child, INFP, Abstract/Creative poet who doesn't give a shit about your polite society. I am the only person you will meet who actually believes the shit he spews from his god forsaken mouth. I have but one moral, and that's to mean what he says.
All prose, poems, and short stories here belong to me, and not subject to use without my written consent.
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Ennui
Inspiration slips
Into oblivion
Emotion healthy
And starved
Stretch away
And vanish
On the horizon
Leaving this
Husk that
Used to think
And scribble
Like a madman
To machinations
Of imagination
To stare blindly
Into the dark hole
That was creativity.
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Outlaw
Home is just a memory
Drowned in bloodshed
And liquor misery
Mama you were right
But I cant come home
Until the angels lift
Me above this world
Because the lawmen
Are coming here for me
That is if he is listening
To me praying here
Down on my knees
With one bullet left
And of ideas Im bereft
Heaven is my only hope
Drowned in beer and sweat
This baptismal will have to do
Mama, I raise my gun so
That I may come home to you
Robert Demery 06
Believe it or not...
