BlackDayz

Tag: freedom

  • 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.

  • In the Yellow Maverick

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    M.Hatter
    in

    Out on the open road,a young boy, should’ve been in school,instead, a passenger,riding down highways from one trouble spot to the next. We always left just in time,before shit hit the fan,before we made long-lasting friends,before report cards arrived,before we got comfortable,before we called it home,before we felt ashamed of who we were. We hit…

  • 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…

  • What would you do

    What would you do

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    M.Hatter
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    I often wonder what happens at that precise moment when someone passes in their sleep. We are quick to say they went peacefully. Which implies they simply went to sleep, never woke up or had any understanding of what was happening. But…what if they did? What if… You’re asleep and there’s an interruption in your…