Stab the Trashcan Flowers

Stab the Trashcan Flowers

A Poem by Whales
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Day 2 in the psych ward

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Kill and sweat
Murder, feel.
Stab and a drumbeat.
Carrot.
Such weird thoughts,
Why does The Mind work in this way?
Greasing the daffodils
Draining the water
I need to force my pain.
You are worth hundreds of sparrows.
Garbage.
Scream.

© 2012 Whales


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Whales
Day 2 in the psych ward.

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Added on June 15, 2012
Last Updated on June 23, 2012

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Whales
Whales

Southborough, MA



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http://www.writerscafe.org/whaleand After writing this so many times I'm just gunna say it simple. I hate my poetry here but I don't want to delete it because or memories or whatever. But, I like s.. more..