Now, relentlessly sullen by nature.
Lies, a constant. deflates her.
The choices I make, her very essence it breaks.
But the voice which dictates, with ungovernable hate has one sole intention.
My mindset, corrupted. Lifestyle, disrupted.
This sole intention, causes endless tension whenever it’s mentioned.
Requires urgent intervention.
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Author:
OllyPlease (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is my first ever piece of creative writing. Looking for a creative outlet to express my self with, especially after being inspired by the likes of John Cooper Clarke, who used their life as a pen and experiences the canvas. I would love to hear some feedback and know what people think.
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I have at present no view of you or your work. There's nothing of you on your public profile, Your first effort really doesn't say much about you either. If you are going to use your 'life as a pen and experiences' whatever that quite means - then let's see more of you.
In the meantime, Welcome to MPS.
if this is your first ever, creative write
then I don't doubt it will be, you
whose feedback will be prized, very soon
dear Punk poet
(ignore the negativity
of those who assume, Poetry
is merely
an extension of their, dear Diary
entries...)
a fine write! thanks for sharing,
stay loose and free
with your creativity
Rock-on!
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