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Empty Throne
During the day. He sits on his throne. At night. He sleeps alone.
Welcome the New Year
The world is surely changing. The sun is coming up. So I wish you all the best. And wish you all good luck. Let’s go chase your dreams. But first let’s raise a beer. As we spend some time with friends. And welcome the New Year.
Stuck in love. The one that got away...
With one touch you could make me melt. I would be completely defenseless against your advance, and on that day, I would stand in the rubble and smile at having had one more moment with you.
Everything Wrong With Our Government in <100 Words
Our government is like a fat, rich, spoiled child, who has never been told no.
Fate of the Union
A spoken word poem about the current state of our nation.
No Longer Free
A short poem about the American mindset and the peril we face as we cling to what is left of our individual freedoms. #AskHardQuestions
The evil inside me
We know each other and we coexist but deep down you know you cannot resist. The pull of my power, the draw of my name, your deepest desires to relish in pain.
At the mercy of my income
You see, I haven’t felt this low in a really long timeAnd it feels like I just got placed at the end of a really long line
You Disgust Me
You make me sick...
Together Alone
So unplug your mind and set down that phone. We can't solve these problem together alone
Nothing Left To Give
Hungry
Never Be Silent
I Do It Too
I Quit
Hiding In Plain Sight
Right Place, Wrong Mind
Bad Choices
Invisible Clearly
Just Friends
From the ends of my toes to the tips of my fingers. The moments we shared seemed to once again linger.
By:
Raymmar Tirado
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Reflection
Short
Love
Poetry
Walking through a crowd
Or deep inside a book
I swear I see your face again
Everywhere I look
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The desire to create
From the ends of my toes to the tips of my fingers. The moments we shared seemed to once again linger.
Raymmar Tirado
Goodbye In The End
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