Poems by Flea

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  • Breathing in the fire,
    Inhaling thick murky tar...

  • Did I do it again,
    was I worthless to another...

  • Small birds are oh so sweet
    Perhaps it is true their not so neat...

  • Think (4)

    Should you always say what you feel
    Think, is the person you're telling going to be...

  • I sit here, with my cutlery of death in hands,
    A blade in my left and sharp scissors in the...

  • I suspect that I’m losing my mind
    I find that I’m so confused...

  • The sky was so dark
    with those shining stars...

  • Do you ever wonder
    Where this life will lead us...

  • Echoes (1)

    Traces of yesterday,
    Echoes of years...

  • Sketch (2)

    I sit
    Staring...

  • Life is like a sickness,
    Infecting all that is alive...

  • I wipe the tears from your eyes
    As your soul cries...