Category: Poems
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This Can’t Be Everything… I Had Hoped It Could Be…
The dissatisfaction of knowing your existenceHas driven me to madness throughout the yearsWords that have been said haven’t clearedOut the mystery about what has been kept silentScarcity they say is the only form of treacheryMaybe not today but one of these days they’ll seeApparently they haven’t met anyone else yetNot…
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Not Everything Is Going To Be A Mess… But We Can Try…
Leaving a record of the things I thoughtBelieving I was dying the theme becomes clearHad I known the truth… I’d done the sameBorn to be me inside… Same idea new equationI’d ask for forgiveness, but we’re not born To believe in such a simple concept as thisDrug that cross as…
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This Isn’t The Title… It’s Just All I Had…
Avoiding the point long enoughTime to get to work on thingsFloating around in my skullA better me won’t change anythingSo dead in the end… Can’t survive myselfBroken images… Broken pieces…Avoiding this need to change everythingAfraid of what I might find underneath What I might find if I even attempted to…
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Wandering Around With Eyes Closed…
Stuck between the pages writing on the edgeI fucking hate it… Doing my part thoughConserving resources for another generationThat will give as much of a shitAs the last one… From bleak to darkMight as well forget everything we’ve ever saidWasn’t an answer to a question no one askedBut a death…
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Be My Rock… And I’ll Be Your Friend…
After a decade of liesI no longer have a passion deep insideAll I can see is how all of this was a waste of timeEditing between the linesA storm is coming in but the stormsAll ready been here all this timeAfter a decade of liesI no longer have a heart…
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Would Of Been… Could Have Been… Worse Than We Ever Thought…
Going for a ride to the other side of the conversationNot sure where this will lead me to no endMostly the point, but that’s not the way things should beHow I do things these days or any day for that matterRunning away from these guilty feelingsMore me than I’d be…
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Going Straight To The Source… Outtakes and Out of Place…
Dear readers… These might get used again someplace else… at least that’s what I have been telling myself for a while now… Either way I wanted to break up the monotonous themes of lately with something a little different… and get back to my roots a little bit… A chameleon…
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Need To Get Home… Broken Thoughts…
Because justice isn’t realThe truth is no one ever gave a shitThe devil won a long time agoSomeone just forgot to say somethingWasn’t as though any of us would noticeNever was what we thought it wasOnly lies… something to rally behindWords pretending to be something moreSomething about the words sounds…
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That’s The Sound That’s Calling Me… Broken Thoughts…
Tapping the well of my potentialDried out river bed of insecuritiesHarder on myself than anyone ever could beStrapping myself to a cross and dragging it alongAlways coming up short and falling downPoisoning the well of my own inspirationSuccumbing to self-inflicted toxicity without a causePushing myself harder than anyone ever couldBurning…
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When I Held Her… I Was Really Holding Air… Broken Thoughts…
Little shards of glass in my lungsBreathe them in to keep from going insaneThe infection though I think is becoming apparentSpoke my words with an acid tongueAnd now my jaw is somewhere on the floorI can’t see it… but I can hear it rattling alongWith every step… with every attempt…Said…
Chewing On Glass... 