“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”

— William Hazlitt

Patrick Patrick

The Bridge

A river of deep flows what seems a mile below
Above is a bridge, only to a few is it known
Deep in a forest as dark as the night
It is here that I learned the secret of life

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Patrick Patrick

A Day, One More

Waking up, rainy day, only cloudy skies and soggy ground make it different than others…
Wiping sleep from my eyes, across the room I stumble, as if walking for the first time

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Patrick Patrick

Wronged

Wretched, wrecked, warped his mind may surely be...
Disgusted, determined, detailed vengeance he will seek...
Wronged he fucking was, this one thing is certainly sure...
Ending her pathetic life, nothing could be of any more pure

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Patrick Patrick

Standing Alone

Early evening time of dusk
Long days sun color rust
Nights first star pokes its head
Many more will follow stead

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Patrick Patrick

Searching - A Friend of Mine

Walking quietly, crying silently, my mind blank as the unstoppable pain burns from the inside...
The cold air mingles, while my body trembles, my breath releases and does a dance in front of my eyes

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Patrick Patrick

Now What I Want

It makes me do what I don’t want to do
It makes me feel like I don’t want to feel
Control over myself is out of the question
For it hypnotizes my mind while making the rules

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Patrick Patrick

The Struggle

Struggle, my how this mind struggles...
Failing to make sense of days earlier trouble...
Thoughts run ramped, order it tries to find...
Ordinary to utter chaos, a blink of the eye

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Patrick Patrick

Always, I Will

I think about it sometimes…
And always I will…
It’s not as if I’ve lost my mind…
I’ve only lost how to feel

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Patrick Patrick

Dancing with an Angel

As she glides across the dance floor
It's the most beautiful waltz I've seen
From the distance, all this breath taken
An angel soaring, soaring without her wings

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