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Joe Marflak

Joe Marflak

Fakebook

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We all sit here and take a look.
Comparing lives on a fake book,
seeing how you’re photoshopped face looks
For what,
just to pass some time.
If time is really money,
then I guess I’m rich at mind.

Other works by Joe Marflak...
Lost

Stowaways, each and every one of u… All in an accident, A collection of particle dust There’s an infinity to be observed Where no sound is heard
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changes

The more things change The more I feel strange The times on my mind Are hard to find real But somehow still remains
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2015

Life repeats, I said life repeats. All my life is war and retreats. War and retreats, No sign of peace,
A Head Off The Wall

another caffeinated week and I’m stuck wandering in my dreams a… feeling so damn beat yet all I can do is smile whats going out of style
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Sailors Grit

Sailing at night or sailing in mor… all sailors take warning. We live in a tide of lows. With sewage that backflows through…
Shadow

Shadows, A sad man’s reflection all to hide his complexion you can try to run or hide but your shadow is your dark side
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Night

tattered, tangled and frayed I cannot sleep the way I’ve alway… layed. I once used to sow these thoughts… But now I’m too afraid of what Iv…
Blackout Pass Out

How come you are like the air to m… I can’t hear or see you But I know you are there for me Each inhale bringing clarity you take care of me
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A Family Departure

Haven’t you heard! There is srength by numbers My family has been torn for years… What reasons, I wondered. Now we are like strangers.
Forgotten

There was a time, a story, and a t… A eager girl clung to a trunk and… Motors rumbled the mind of a man b… Bells struck, as did hammers, the… His cries unheard, climbing anothe…
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Add New Poem

Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
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Heavyweight

Jaw always clenched In pain not power working til I’m drenched Wearing on my body trying to kill the mind
To Be A Poet

To be a poet. Is it knowing self-worth? If that is truly something, It wasn’t given at birth. Words are sharp, they cut like kni…
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Rain Love

I love the sound Every droplet hitting the ground Speeding up just to slow back down Its like your beating heart There’s thunder inside
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Maybe You

The last cigarette, glowing to the end smoke rises, killing to fill your hunger
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