Morawn Higgs Poems

Lullaby of distortion
Woke me up,
Perfect overture for the commotion
Snags and tears piled up.
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In my dreams
I am small and fall
Into your bed of hair- there
I wake into a deeper slumber
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Horror is someone staying in your heart
And one has to live for the other.
Horror is someone for life's duration
Detached for fear of heartbreak.
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Learning
is not
always brainwash,
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I have a confession, Father
Our cores,
Are rotten.
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Vessels don't take blood
money;
The mind speaks the outrage
of the flesh:
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The angel speaks not
The hourglass trips downward
A man without feet nor wings
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The thing is,
No matter how many
Hours you sleep,
If you haven't got motivation,
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If studies don't lie,
Why
NOT purge away?
Exercise!
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