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Anthony Desmond is a twenty-two-year-old Detroit born published writer & poet, now residing in Center Line, Michigan. He first discovered a gift for writing at the age of sixteen. He firmly believes he is but a vessel for a higher power who shares this selfsame passion for the written word. Intrigued by affliction & dolor; he explores these emotions across a wide array of subject areas: politics, death, the hypocrisy of religion & the struggles of everyday life. His bold statement pieces are often dark, granular observations of the world he inhabits. Anthony believes in testing the limits of the permissible: his poetry is honest, unadulterated and breaches the norms of the expected. He is loathe to hold back on a thought or feeling, even at the risk of offending his reader. Desmond's poetry (sometimes credited as Anthony Scott) can be found in many magazines and anthologies, including: What is Inspiration: Thoughts on Life Series Vol. 1, Railroad Poetry Magazine, The Rusty Nail Magazine, Tuck Magazine, Signal from Static: a collection of modern poetry & The dVerse Anthology: Voices of Contemporary World Poetry.

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leaveyouapen:

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream
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4am selfie. Jimi in the back.
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Starstruck - Robbie Williams

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I want a man.

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Who You Were (free-write)

As much as I hate this feeling
I won’t confuse it with hatred for you
As kids, we were brothers
Without the blood
And all the tears I never asked for
But happily received

Fast forward to now
I guess getting older means
Watching the people
Who were once amiable
Turn into assholes

The people you were closest to now
Become strangers but there’s a time
In everyone’s life when letting go
Isn’t so hard; you realize the ones
You used to know and people
You don’t wanna know
Pretty much become synonymous

©2014 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.

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writing down my emotions and disguising it as poetry by breaking every sentence… AKA fooling everyone and faking a smile.

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Hero.
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"… daddy, why you call me while you drunk? And why you never love me when I need it?"