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I've lost the will
to write these words
so much of this pain
is building up and I can't
set it free without
damaging myself. What the
fuck am I even doing
This poem sucks.
Like really sucks.
There is nothing to it and it
won't get me anywhere.
Racial slurs and combat scars
twisting in my iris. Complicating
existence, telling stories
to my uncle john. And words they sing
The words of kings. But hold your tongue
you marter. For life exists in common twists
of hollows in the water.
A stone cold bracelet
stuck in the waste-bin
on the side of the New York
street corner. No one gave
it a second glance.
No one found it near the
edge. No one cared
about the bracelet.
What they didn't know
is the bracelet was diamond.
I can't compare your eyes
to a starry night
because they hold more
beauty than a thousand universes.
I can't compare your voice
to a Mozart symphony
because you sing songs
that rip my chest wide open.
They say that
your body is a temple,
but I can't help
drinking Jack Daniels
and smoking Marlboro Reds
or fucking,
because it's how
I forget the way that
you abandoned me.
I am the swimmer of your heart,
drowning in the blood,
holding my breathe until
I can't hold it any longer.
And then I suffocate in you
just like I always dreamed I would.
Don't think about the words you write.
Eliminate all train of thought and
remember the way you feel,
because your feelings guide the words
you write. Your heart is tied to your fingers.
this televised world we live in
where we sell our souls to appease the
companies that "care" and give us
shit when we don't love the right lady.
what the hell are we supposed to do
when our lives are broadcasted to the world?
My midwest wife left her mother to be by my side and I don't have the heart to tell her that her momma would treat her better. A relationship full of sentiments or lies.
If i fixate on the mix-tape
of the dead rapper guy that
got shot up
at a donut shop
while some cops defended
their loot
then what am I
doing with the life that
I've been give?
I'm not standing up for the ones
I love or even their tasty treats.
I'm just using myself to inhabit
the blank space we call
Earth in a manner such as this.
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