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Frustrations: A Book of Poetry
Frustrations: A Book of Poetry
Frustrations: A Book of Poetry
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Frustrations: A Book of Poetry

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This is a collection of poems about lust, love, anger, solitude, and all that the artist could find in the inspiration of his own frustrations. They were written during the years of 2009 to 2015. The artist was in his early twenties, and these poems reflect the ideas of his adolescence.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherXlibris US
Release dateOct 13, 2017
ISBN9781543443325
Frustrations: A Book of Poetry
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Daniel Fairclough

Daniel Fairclough is an artist from Dorchester, Massachusetts, USA that arew up raised by his single mother alongside his two brothers Jason and later his adopted brother Joshua. Daniel dabbles in many forms of art, such as illustration, painting, making music alongside his writing, but he often dreams of living an easy life with someone that loves him where he can play video games all day and night.

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    Frustrations - Daniel Fairclough

    Copyright © 2017 by Daniel Fairclough.

    Library of Congress Control Number:      2017912322

    ISBN:                        Hardcover                    978-1-5434-4334-9

                                      Softcover                      978-1-5434-4333-2

                                      eBook                            978-1-5434-4332-5

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

    Rev. date: 08/28/2017

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    Contents

    Spaceship Blasting (Alien)

    Alien 2

    Beacon

    Bewitched

    Dryad

    An Ode to Autumn

    An Ode to Brown Snow

    Chapstick

    Exaggerated Feelings and Thoughts on Love

    Fact and Fiction

    Full House Straight Pair

    Her Eyes

    I Only Want Her Body

    Ingeborg and My Heart

    Incorrect

    Carly

    Jordan

    Jessica Lynch

    Katia

    Turkish Jester

    Jennifer

    Lotion

    Love Like I Live

    Memory Lapse

    Mythology

    Phoenix

    Pagan

    Ode to the Bathroom

    Nice Side

    Worst Wedding Toast (And It Has Nothing to Do With You)

    Rumors

    Obvious

    Poem 15

    Suffering

    Casual Haiku

    Animal

    Squirrel

    Poem 23

    Cats

    Poor Boy

    Poem 27

    Facts

    Beautiful

    Hokey-Pokey

    Poem 31

    A King

    A Knight

    Helmet

    Paladin

    Ice Cream

    Poem 37

    Fowls

    Zen

    Anticipation

    Poem 43

    Chess

    Maxim

    Mirrors

    Seasons

    Tiny Things

    Words/Actions

    Freezing Rain, Society and the Girl That Broke Your Heart

    Cooperate

    An Ode to Language

    Scratch

    Kiss

    Defenestration

    Discombobulation

    Angel

    The Canopy

    Oasis

    Insect

    Daffodils

    Gentleman’s Club

    I Can’t Write Poems

    Tornado Thunderstorm

    Plane

    Downplay

    Stranger

    Testing the Waters

    Scream

    Creativity Haiku

    Dedicated to Ingeborg:

    Because our breakup was the inspiration for the misadventures that inspired these frustrations

    Spaceship Blasting (Alien)

    Please come back down to Earth,

    you forgetful alien.

    This is not the galaxy I fell in love with!

    I can no longer see the starry night sky in your big swirling eyes, nor does your hair look like solar flares on Mercury mornings.

    I can no longer compare your tall slender form to that of the unknown, but rather I see yourself continually finding a home planet and a people of your own, blending into something you always claimed you weren’t because you didn’t like the way they probed you.

    I’m not saying, you’ve evolved into something entirely different, unless you have then I suppose it would be impossible for me to ask in your native tongue, to stop shooting down our space ships when all I want to do, is share a glimpse of the Milky Way with you.

    Something like, hearts

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