Poems from charles.brumwell

Bleeding heart, full of rhythm.Ignorant thoughts, surely miss them.Slowly fading, insanity's close.Lack of substance like a ghost.Sick in...
There when I wake, There for me to take. Tuesday will be here long after I go away. It's a measurement of time, Fifty-two pass us per year...
I let it all out, I know they heard me. My tongue just kept flowing in between my teeth. I hope they feel me for what I meant. I spoke all...
Standing out front of red river, rolls in hand. I could see her pull up from where I stand. The car was beautiful and the girl even more....
...Why can’t I quit this? It's such a rocky slate...   I’m positive it’ll stop me from the grips of my temptate. Isolation for myself;...

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