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Tag: cruel

  • She

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    M.Hatter
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    She caught me on the street.She wanted to say,“Go fuck yourself”,ButI beat her to it.And so she did.

  • The USS Towers: A Sailor’s Lament

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    There she is, Rusting under the fucking waves,Our eternal mistress sleeps,steel heart still. We’re topside now,but her ghost still raves,In the depths where our memories chill. Her engines’ dirty growl echoes in my head,stale AC’s sour breath,salt on my tongue. Our small destroyer,pitching, we bled, Puking our guts out, God, how we are wishing we…

  • Road Rage Romance

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    Out on the highway,crossing the great American landscape,I had a girl with me, hungry and eager. Pulled in, took a piss, had a cig,got her some food. Back on the road, she excitedly opened the bag.“Where’s your food?” she asked.“I’m not hungry,” I said. Truth is, I wasn’t. “Well, then I’m not hungry…” she said,…

  • Joe

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    Joe was a boy of 12, big for his age,they sure did make boys tough back then. His head was as large as a basketball,greasy hair parted on the left,swooping down, covering one eye.A scar on his lip made him look meanand deranged. Oh yeah, the jury was split on old Joe,right down the middle.Half…

  • Memory

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    M.Hatter
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    In a dark, smoky corner of a forgotten bar, Where the neon lights flicker like dying stars, I sit alone, with a drink in hand, A man whose life never went as planned. My fingers trace the rim of the glass, Each scratch a memory of a love that didn’t last, The stale air heavy…

  • Tragic

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    The truth, so bitter,Provokes nausea, churnsIn your gut, a scenarioThat could have been bypassed. Vitality, entirely squandered,Did you presumeI’d remain in the dark? Those who place their trust,Find their beliefShattered by thoseUnfit for faith. Falsehoods and manipulationsOf reality have morphedInto the contemporarySermons, cloaking theGenuine truth. Furious, you seekThe culprits, andThey smirk backRight into your eyes.…

  • Old

    Old

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    Maybe I’m stupid, maybe too hardheaded , I don’t want to give up I’m old, parts of me starting to sag, gravity is a bitch, so they say. Who are “they” anyways? These days, the cold wind cuts through my clothes, I feel the icy touch in my bones. Theres no escaping the cruel reality, I’m…