Barking Dog
Barking dog barks loud, Growling at me for an hour I wish it was out. I wish it was out Growling at someone else now In a park outside… It wags its’ tail now.
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Barking dog barks loud, Growling at me for an hour I wish it was out. I wish it was out Growling at someone else now In a park outside… It wags its’ tail now.
Relax. Calm down. Calm. . . Down. Glance around me. Scan the room. ' Look at this place.' Chaos. Unwashed plates iced with congealed fat. Empty beer cans doubling as ash trays.
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Look at me: am I worthless. Am I just some joke to you. Do you find me funny. Yet mirthless The laughter burns, chokes into Spiteful words, or none at all.
I do not seek comfort or attention,. I do not ask for love or protection,. I will not stoop to your levels of need,. Your words I do not need nor heed,. I am alone, as I have always been,.
I've seen you around I think you're as sound as a pound.
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Barking dog barks loud, Growling at me for an hour I wish it was out. I wish it was out Growling at someone else now In a park outside… It wags its’ tail now. Sad eyes looking at me, Go away -not...
Is this true what I feel. Or is it all unreal. When I daydream it's of you But is this true.
I'll do it soon Really I will In an hour Or two Or six more from now I'll finish that project That's due in two days I'll put it off 'til the night before I won't finish.
Here I sit,. In a seat where. I've sat,. Thinking & thinking,. When or what or when,. Should I or should I not,. Should it be now or. should it be an hours time,. One thing I've had breakfast,.
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(Originally posted 5 month ago) I cordially invite you to offer me feedback. But I don't want to hear negatives, I don't like that. Say what you want as long as its pleasant.
Every word I read from you is making me feel guilt. You want me out of your life yet here you are in my mind, in my thoughts, infront of me. Always there. Preventing me.
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I balk at the idea of talking. My words never seem to come out right. I don't always sound so bright. When my lips feel light. And I let them fly open. Words just spill out. Out of my mouth.