City of Saints
Excerpt from "Before I Die: A Book of Poems"
Homesick. Lovesick.
Hungry. Hungover.
Lonely, sick to my stomach.
Weird.
Just a few of emotions to go through every time I depart from here.
City of Saints, please.
If there was a City of Saints, I'd never feel like this!
And I'd never leave.
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Aj Quiero
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Bad
Introduction An old free-form poem inspired by bad people I knew, and this is how I feel some are with me today Bad ⬛🖤⚫☠️⚫🖤⬛ You Only Smile At My Misery You Push Me Out Blame Me ☠️ You Break Things It's My Fault Look What I Made You Do That Person You Beat Up It Was Their Fault ☠️ Because They Were There And The Crowd Say You Are The One ☠️ They Will Follow They Will Be Like You They Will Hurt They Will Destroy That Is The Way To Be Always And Forever ⬛🖤⚫☠️⚫🖤⬛
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 24 hours ago in Poets
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