Washed my hands in ***** water To cleanse my deepest sins Caught a ride on a dragonfly Oh, the places I’ve been Spent those days in an endless maze LSD induced Took my blade and cut my way Through the issues of my youth
Deaf and blind I knew it all as I shook my angry fist Clarity met me here at the bottom of life’s pit
Do we cross a point of no return Do we step beyond to live and learn If evil’s tempted by all that’s good Perhaps the scheme is misunderstood My demon fights for love within It’s a consuming flame that never ends
As he threw the silver at their feet He could taste his bitter wicked deed It festered in his immortal soul His beliefs became his greatest foe
So dare to put this to the test And learn to love yourself the best.
Dallas, November 1963 Jackie wears a pink dress at her husband’s request Unaware that it’ll soon be a mess As they ride through a crowd of the press She wonders which **** her husband gonna **** next Questioning how much fake can her heart take She does a deep breath but suddenly A bullet shot hits his neck & another through his head Leaving poor old Kennedy for dead Blood staining Jackie’s pink dress
I HATE NICE PEOPLE their small talk their half empty smiles their exaggerated cackles their silent judgement I HATE MEAN PEOPLE their simmering rage their quick temper their sideways glances their blissful ignorance I HATE PEOPLE their stubborn ways their bad habits their herd mentality their inconsistencies I LOVE HUMANITY their goodness their rebellion their resiliency their power to overcome
Cannae close my eyes cannae open my mind locked inside keeps dividing everything spiralling. Want to say hey Rhyme gets in the way Still here in the hay I know I know there's no such thing as a new day only Tuesday be there squared I need a star I need three for the moon full blood lives inside of me and I don't let it scream and it hurts my being so I wrote it in a poem outside don’t worry.
Healing leaves are now disrobed branches on the edge of this wilderness. Many tall Douglas Fir stand sentinel over 100 foot tall amazing grace — the fleeting leaves expose the beauty of the moss clad scaffolds adorned with a lime-grey lichen lace Nature is my refuge — solid ground to stand in this harmony and peacefulness.
If my fate is to love you From a distance Then I'll burn for you Like a star in your night sky Bright, steady, reliable Unwavering Until the end of time.
I know I know I know Human emotions are simply complex; I understand but can’t control them. Every second is different I’m in the middle of polar opposite thoughts and emotions. I’m happy; I want to be dead. Bipolar milliseconds are draining my core.
she has bolts lining her mouth so she can't complain about the taste of the metal on her tongue, her hips, her waist— her eyes are glossed over brown and blank mom says they're beautiful but they're faker than fake but still she'll sit up straight while her gears will shift around they'll pierce the inside of her head: like all the bullets in her brain maybe that's why she's so sick maybe that's why she's so sick
It's like I'm not getting enough Enough from me, I'm getting tired and lost Please hold on for me, You look like a good guy and all But my trust lost early.
We took the r-------o-------a---------d to -----> a brilliant conversation till.......(inhale)......we (exhale)........ran.........(inhale).......out.........(exhale)........of.........(inhale).............breath
neglect and respect do not rhyme, {will grant you one, will give you none.
will demand one, will send you some.
you poets, always thinking you can get away with murdering the English language.
***** of assonance, you do not fool me, I’ve killed a thousand men’s “original”rhymes, while you’ve been fast sleeping, they’ve been fast seeping.
I’ll give you no quarter, won’t spare a lousy dime, my spare change, is poet-unaffordable, cheap suited hucksters.
work and **** do rhyme. you can be one, if you do not put in some.
work by day, slave by night.
awake to the sun’s inquiry, what have you done for me lately?
IF
all you have to show is this scribbilus miscellaneous, tear up your lice-ence, poetic and DMV, you ain’t going nowhere.
was branded by hot iron, early on, brandy channing.
your best nightmare, guidance counselor, extraordinaire, great big fairie, poseur, exposer, m u r d e r e r of awful poetry} WHAT, what do you stand for?
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
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If you could read my mind, You’d see a thousand papers Filled with broken poetries And deadbeat proses Full of woeful verses With mournful pieces Of unfinished stories That are yet to be written And failed to be spoken; If you could read my mind, You’d hear horrible screams And earsplitting weeps From shattered dreams, Kept in a nasty notepad, Scribbled on a bed Of bloodstained words, Ringing in my head. If you could read my mind, You’d see the shadows That lurk within me; You’d hear the bellows, Screeching the words “I’m tired,” “I’m a failure,” “I’m stupid –” I know it sounds stupid, It’s pathetically foolish And seems too *******. If you could read my mind, You’d feel the tears I had ever failed to cry; You’d see the people That make the weak weaker; You’d see the monsters That consume my head; You’d hear the hollers That failed to be freed; You’d see the heart That still bleeds and bleeds. If you could read my mind, You’d see the face I’ve failed to show back then, The face I’ve faked back then. If you could read my mind, You’d see a character I had ever failed to become If you could read my mind, You’d be able to read A book you never wished To touch and read, But sometimes I still wish Someone could read my mind.