Poetry
Penitentiary’s Soul
By AG Penitentiary’s therapy Thriller of the cage; Or is it rage? An emaciated man covered in a crimson crown, head unbowed. Stall-fed verifier Subsisting on other’s tears Or is…
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By MH I never spoke two words to you Yet you love me I didn’t have to ask, however You gave me my name Even the place you live called…
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By VB I came from nothing or so they claim. But something from nothing is outrageous. You need at least a lil’ bit to make anything. I’m here to stay,…
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By JK Platforms and I’m not talking about the shoes, I’m writing about the people speaking who don’t have a clue Platforms that were built on my L4 and L5,…
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By TG 3:30 in the morning not a soul in sight. The prisons like a ghost town when the guards turn off the lights. Teardrops only tattoos there’s no crying…
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