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-Stupid flies keep dying and leaving me alone-
-Wild-
As I sat alone
in a corner
at my prison job
reading a book
tear's fell to the cold concret
I wish
I knew why
I can still cry.
Roland 2/5/15
-Lost Wisdom-
Nancy
Was the name of my grandmother
I never met.
She decided to leave her kids
upon the door step's
at that orphanage,
until I wrote this poem
I could never relate to her.
I also left my kids
and realized that my grandmother's blood / wisdom
is within me.
Roland 2/7/15
-Stolen from a Pink Flyod Song-
Hello, is there any one out there?
I know my poems all resolve on the same couple
of subjects... loss, pain, waiting, wanting and regret.
I try to write about things that normal people would
like to read, but it makes me feel like an imposter.
If god didn't have angels to distract
him/her. Would he/she care more about me/us?
1/3/15
Life is like a can of soda. open it
up gently and enjoy it all. Shake it up before you open
it and you waste half.
1/3/15
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