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Unbearable
Phases
the poor face these days are nothing
compared
to what emotions put people through
these days,
when knowing what they have
but thinking they actually own it all,
while they actually happen
to be the used
by those they amuse most
of the time
calling it love
but not being able
to bear it
because those they love
bury it
with smiles on their face
that says I love you
night and day
but my plan is
to make you pay the price
for dating me and
taking me out on
dates
like you know what it...
the poor face these days are nothing
compared
to what emotions put people through
these days,
when knowing what they have
but thinking they actually own it all,
while they actually happen
to be the used
by those they amuse most
of the time
calling it love
but not being able
to bear it
because those they love
bury it
with smiles on their face
that says I love you
night and day
but my plan is
to make you pay the price
for dating me and
taking me out on
dates
like you know what it...
#wife
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Love You (so here's another poem for you)
I've never been scared to die.
Try, maybe.
But so far that hasn't stopped me.
But I never fucking succeed because
I'm such a fucking failure.
All I know is anymore that now I
have the best damn reason to
survive and get through all this bullshit
and I love you and I hope you know
that.
But, losing you is the scariest thing I
could even imagine.
I love you.
I miss you constantly.
Losing you would be the end of me.
Try, maybe.
But so far that hasn't stopped me.
But I never fucking succeed because
I'm such a fucking failure.
All I know is anymore that now I
have the best damn reason to
survive and get through all this bullshit
and I love you and I hope you know
that.
But, losing you is the scariest thing I
could even imagine.
I love you.
I miss you constantly.
Losing you would be the end of me.
#hate
#grief
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Kicking the Habit
Hi. . . My name is Clear and I have an addiction for this thing called Spoken Word.
And it all started when I was introduced to sessions that sparked joints;
Where listeners got lost and hallucinated in the right dosage of words;
This came from the mouths of dope heads, which never mislead.
Who burn A4 pages from the dome, on every stage for commonsense sentences?
Shrooms would fill the room at a state of intellectual ecstasy;
And the dealer would be the organizer of such cause and effect.
Passing out on microphones from an immediate fix from stanzas;
Drooling...
And it all started when I was introduced to sessions that sparked joints;
Where listeners got lost and hallucinated in the right dosage of words;
This came from the mouths of dope heads, which never mislead.
Who burn A4 pages from the dome, on every stage for commonsense sentences?
Shrooms would fill the room at a state of intellectual ecstasy;
And the dealer would be the organizer of such cause and effect.
Passing out on microphones from an immediate fix from stanzas;
Drooling...
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Erotic haiku
Last spring
the filament of her diaphragm
deflowered
the filament of her diaphragm
deflowered
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Skewed eyes unto heaven
God is misunderstood; yes I pray we could,
Take Him more serious than bowing our heads in the way we should.
And if we would, embrace faith just like childhood;
For we need that constant feed of the gospel like food.
The Lord made us and the earth in those 7 days;
Then why is it that we visit God only on Sundays.
Most times it is in troubles when we remember Him;
I can do wrong at any time, he always forgives our sins.
Then we boldly point fingers towards even heaven;
Like why do we have to witness such tragedies like 9/11?
He blew breath of life, did...
Take Him more serious than bowing our heads in the way we should.
And if we would, embrace faith just like childhood;
For we need that constant feed of the gospel like food.
The Lord made us and the earth in those 7 days;
Then why is it that we visit God only on Sundays.
Most times it is in troubles when we remember Him;
I can do wrong at any time, he always forgives our sins.
Then we boldly point fingers towards even heaven;
Like why do we have to witness such tragedies like 9/11?
He blew breath of life, did...
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Blood Whore
IMA
BLOOD WHORE
BLOOD WHORE
I WANT MORE
WANT MORE
IMA
BLOOD WHORE
BLOOD WHORE
I WANNA SEE
YOUR BLOOD ON THA FLOOR
FUCK ALL OF THIS SHIT
IM DONE WITH THIS BITCH
BLOOD WHORE
BLOOD WHORE
I WANT MORE
WANT MORE
IMA
BLOOD WHORE
BLOOD WHORE
I WANNA SEE
YOUR BLOOD ON THA FLOOR
FUCK ALL OF THIS SHIT
IM DONE WITH THIS BITCH
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fool
you make me feel the fool
and the fool you feel is the
fool you see for the fool
you seek is just me
and the fool you feel is the
fool you see for the fool
you seek is just me
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Looking for things I cant find.
I’m looking for things I can’t find
In places I don’t want to be
I keep wandering in these little circles
Where I find my mothers
Sweet nurture
And sweet supple of insanity
I’m looking so tired as of late
Tawny from the tug and pull of fate
And sad and unabated mistakes
That drive me to suicide
And lure me to placate
Whites scream at me
Over these tones of depressant grey
Eyes that surely must be piercing
Protrude out of me
Itchy with the tickle of a timeless decay
So lead me now and then
To where...
In places I don’t want to be
I keep wandering in these little circles
Where I find my mothers
Sweet nurture
And sweet supple of insanity
I’m looking so tired as of late
Tawny from the tug and pull of fate
And sad and unabated mistakes
That drive me to suicide
And lure me to placate
Whites scream at me
Over these tones of depressant grey
Eyes that surely must be piercing
Protrude out of me
Itchy with the tickle of a timeless decay
So lead me now and then
To where...
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How the day ends today
Today she gets up,
She dose her morning routine,
She gets ready for the day,
She wont look in the mirror,
She puts on long sleeves then jeans,
Her hat goes next after running a brush through her hair,
When she gets to school she sits alone,
She sees the guy she likes pass by not noticing her,
People laugh and bully her tell her to fucking kill herself!!,
This girl cries herself to sleep,
She stays quiet not wanting another beating,
No matter the pain she still lives on,
When she gets home she grabs the blade,
One cut for the pain,
Two...
She dose her morning routine,
She gets ready for the day,
She wont look in the mirror,
She puts on long sleeves then jeans,
Her hat goes next after running a brush through her hair,
When she gets to school she sits alone,
She sees the guy she likes pass by not noticing her,
People laugh and bully her tell her to fucking kill herself!!,
This girl cries herself to sleep,
She stays quiet not wanting another beating,
No matter the pain she still lives on,
When she gets home she grabs the blade,
One cut for the pain,
Two...
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trade of blackness
and I walking about
the night, thinking
I saw a moving star
that lights the heart
at the slightest tempt
and fills the tender brain
with trade of blackness;
sought a laugh from
under a darkened bell jar
under the green leaf
where a spider has kept
his wish; the crowning for
for my thoughtlessness,
in that we're the gods of
the animals that become us.
the night, thinking
I saw a moving star
that lights the heart
at the slightest tempt
and fills the tender brain
with trade of blackness;
sought a laugh from
under a darkened bell jar
under the green leaf
where a spider has kept
his wish; the crowning for
for my thoughtlessness,
in that we're the gods of
the animals that become us.
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Blood Whore
ITS HARD TO LOVE
YOURSELF
WHEN EVERYBODY HATES YOU
ITS HARD TO LOVE
YOURSELF
WHEN
NOBODY
APPRECIATES YOU
IM DROWNING NOW
IM DROWNING NOW
I TRY TO ESCAPE
BUT I CANT SEEM
TO GET OUT
I wanna die
I wanna give up
but if I do
id be a
"DUMBFUCK"
THIS TIME
IM NOT GONNA
BEHAVE
IM NOBODYS
BITCH
IM NOBODYS SLAVE
I cut my skin
the demons sink in
bless your soul
your blood
is drippin
im cutting flesh
im cutting flesh
I try to...
YOURSELF
WHEN EVERYBODY HATES YOU
ITS HARD TO LOVE
YOURSELF
WHEN
NOBODY
APPRECIATES YOU
IM DROWNING NOW
IM DROWNING NOW
I TRY TO ESCAPE
BUT I CANT SEEM
TO GET OUT
I wanna die
I wanna give up
but if I do
id be a
"DUMBFUCK"
THIS TIME
IM NOT GONNA
BEHAVE
IM NOBODYS
BITCH
IM NOBODYS SLAVE
I cut my skin
the demons sink in
bless your soul
your blood
is drippin
im cutting flesh
im cutting flesh
I try to...
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Choices
I don't know what she's doing with me
She's beautiful and I'm
Well let's be honest I'm not
But she looks at me
And she holds me
And she kisses me
Like I'm the only person
That she has ever wanted
The only person she will ever want
And really I just want to know
Why?
Why would she ever choose me?
And she did
She chose me
Before I chose her
She chose me
I hope I can be worth it.
She's beautiful and I'm
Well let's be honest I'm not
But she looks at me
And she holds me
And she kisses me
Like I'm the only person
That she has ever wanted
The only person she will ever want
And really I just want to know
Why?
Why would she ever choose me?
And she did
She chose me
Before I chose her
She chose me
I hope I can be worth it.
#rejection
#courage
#dark
#husband
#conflict
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