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Sketcher
18/M/Blaine, Washington    Started creating poetry on January 15th, 2018.
Sketch Smith
New York    I am a seventeen year old who lives in the United States.

Poems

The Ripper Apr 2016
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lip locked by token
a black ketch lies splintered
avvaiting *for you

to redeem it
so redeem it!
You dropped the anchor 6212017
NanaJustice  Dec 2014
Cheer Up
NanaJustice Dec 2014
Ever had that feeling that no one cares even the people who constantly say things like am here for you but is never around the ones who say just call me and when you do they don't answer , people who make promises and never commit but isn't a promise a comfort to a fool , then call me stupid cause I  fell for it several times  am way pass the stage of a fool .
I got trust issues!! and its way pass crazy when you find that you  don't even trust your mother when you can't look at her and crack a smile for a few seconds because in the blink of an eye she takes it away.
I had a nightmare last night and I wake up trying to ketch my breathe but the truth  is it was my reality standing in front of everyone and no one can see me dying .
My alarm went off and this time I didn't  even know what for, screaming and beating ,cursing and scowling my mother went off from 6 -8 in the morning, lord know this my favorite way to wake up  giving me enough energy to go through my day all gloomy and **** but he always seem to cheer me up with the sound of his voice cause its a Cole world and all I gotta do is CHEER UP .

cause even through the joy i feel the pain even when it sun i feel the rain even when am  high i feel the low likes that's all I know and lord knows i can't complain cause even when i do it feels the same getting high just to fight the lows cause that all i know .....
So cheer up



#NanaJustice
Ellis Reyes Apr 2013
These words are a sock, soft and warm from the dryer
butterknife
palpable
lullabye
maroon

These words are bits of glass, attacking my ears:
Yaw
Ketch
Blurt
Epizeuxis
Jactation and
Mauve

These words are brass-knuckled fists to the face
Mogadishu
Rwanda
Desert One
My Lai
And
Nine One One

These words are a sneaky cat, slithering here and there
Mystery
Secretive
Lurking
Sly
Shadowy

These words are unknown to everyone but me. Private words for private thoughts.
Uiyak
Jackassdom
Nothingofanyvalue