Doyle
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Irish writer!!

Joined: April 2021 Last seen: 3 years ago

Submitted Poems 3 total

Don't To you it's just an argument. To you it's just a row. For me, it is a process. One I cannot allow. It isn't to annoy you, Nor does it mean that I don't care. For me it is a process, And one I seldom share. It's sound and it's confusion, With... – *by Doyle*	1 View added 3 years ago	Rating
Not all I'll be Hands. Arms. Strength I dont own. Plans. Fingers. Taking all that I've known. All that I was, yes. But not all that I'll be. There's peace and there's love There's happiness for... – *by Doyle*	1 View added 3 years ago	Rating
Sensory Overload All I can see is, blurred colours. All I can feel is, the buzz. All I can hear is, that voice. All I can taste is, salt. All I can smell is, sweat. All I can sense is, just too... – *by Doyle*	6 Views added 3 years ago	Rating

To you it's just an argument.
To you it's just a row.
For me, it is a process.
One I cannot allow.
It isn't to annoy you,
Nor does it mean that I don't care.
For me it is a process,
And one I seldom share.
It's sound and it's confusion,
With...

– by Doyle

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added 3 years ago

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Not all I'll be

Hands.
Arms.
Strength I dont own.
Plans.
Fingers.
Taking all that I've known.
All that I was, yes.
But not all that I'll be.
There's peace and there's love
There's happiness for...

– by Doyle

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added 3 years ago

Rating

Sensory Overload

All I can see is, blurred colours.
All I can feel is, the buzz.
All I can hear is, that voice.
All I can taste is, salt.
All I can smell is, sweat.
All I can sense is, just too...

– by Doyle

6 Views

added 3 years ago

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