CLK - Hello Poetry

I am from the steam, boiling *** of ramen noodles, Car oil and sawdust staining my skin from Paper Towel brand paper towels and Dawn brand Dish soap From Bud Light cans to Fifths of whiskey I am from the mold of wet wood, from a house of glass and rock, From the cramped space and thin walls Hot, Angry, Smelly, Tight, Cloudy, lost It felt like we were made of the glass rock surrounding us. I am from the rusted rims, I am from the big backyard, i am from the cramped sounds of shouting The Rusted rims stuck up high, a tower held stable but being torn apart. The Big Backyard marking out what was ours, all this space and yet I cannot escape. The sounds of shouting being normalized by repetition, not natural to you but a natural occurrence to me. I’m from the caring and from the drunk. I’m from the God fearing fearful family hiding from Him in a cloud of smoke and a castle of empty cans and bottles. From Dana and Morgan who got clean for health and love From Brett and Sean whose love is for their poisonous fix From Louis and Tara who would do anything for their little babies From Bob and Tim whose patience has grown thinner for sons long lost I’m from the emotional abuse and the constant telling of “Good Job!” I’m from the “God ****** and “God Loves you” I’m from the “God Loves All” and the “God hates YOU” I’m from the hiding behind a closet door full of deception and lies I’m from being forced out and finding a escapeway to another closet filled like the last, with lies from the past From never drink and watch me drink down my sorrowful cries from “never be afraid to be you” to “Who have you become?” I’m from family who told me to believe God is all. He loves all. I cannot love that which cannot love what i feel I’m from Drinkers and Druggies Oyster Stew and Grandmas Cookies I am from 3. 3 families 3 homes 3 traits I dare not call my own 3, the triangle is the strongest shape. Wish I could be made of triangles. 3 is the family divided by old age and pain, no change ever to be found. Hard as a rock and hands covered in marks of fighting to keep me in 3. 2, every story has it’s 2 sides. Wish the feeling of being forced to pick sides would be gone. 2 is the family divided by a 2 sided blade. Slashed down the middle, the divide forever growing in size, I sit and listen to their cries feeling powerless. Two, divided they stand forever listening to fake laughs and breaking glass. 1, everyone has at least one flaw. Perfection is a flaw, because perfection is a lie. Their fake perfection dies at the opening and closing of the door, blocking out the world that they swear is the cause of their habits. How can it be their fault if the fault is not claimed? This one is a family combined all under the intoxicating toxicity of alcohol. I wish to change the world for the world has always been changing around me. I wish to build houses for the poor by employing the people who need funding the most. I am from a house, upon a house, upon a house…...3 families all flawed between 2 drugs and alcohol, united under me. One. Where am I from? I am from the everything, choosing to try and keep nothing hidden. I have searched for the cure, hastily trying to put bandaids on bullet holes. Leaving holes in my family, I try to fix them all. But I am surrounded on all sides by the people who shout, no wonder I cannot keep a sound,.. fascinated by the horrifying realization I have to switch who I am for every family,... I go… Who am I?

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Apr 18, 2019

Apr 18, 2019 at 8:44 AM UTC

CLK

3 Personality's

I am from the steam, boiling *** of ramen noodles, Car oil and sawdust staining my skin from Paper Towel brand paper towels and Dawn brand Dish soap From Bud Light cans to Fifths of whiskey I am from the mold of wet wood, from a house of glass and rock, From the cramped space and thin walls Hot, Angry, Smelly, Tight, Cloudy, lost It felt like we were made of the glass rock surrounding us. I am from the rusted rims, I am from the big backyard, i am from the cramped sounds of shouting The Rusted rims stuck up high, a tower held stable but being torn apart. The Big Backyard marking out what was ours, all this space and yet I cannot escape. The sounds of shouting being normalized by repetition, not natural to you but a natural occurrence to me. I’m from the caring and from the drunk. I’m from the God fearing fearful family hiding from Him in a cloud of smoke and a castle of empty cans and bottles. From Dana and Morgan who got clean for health and love From Brett and Sean whose love is for their poisonous fix From Louis and Tara who would do anything for their little babies From Bob and Tim whose patience has grown thinner for sons long lost I’m from the emotional abuse and the constant telling of “Good Job!” I’m from the “God ****** and “God Loves you” I’m from the “God Loves All” and the “God hates YOU” I’m from the hiding behind a closet door full of deception and lies I’m from being forced out and finding a escapeway to another closet filled like the last, with lies from the past From never drink and watch me drink down my sorrowful cries from “never be afraid to be you” to “Who have you become?” I’m from family who told me to believe God is all. He loves all. I cannot love that which cannot love what i feel I’m from Drinkers and Druggies Oyster Stew and Grandmas Cookies I am from 3. 3 families 3 homes 3 traits I dare not call my own 3, the triangle is the strongest shape. Wish I could be made of triangles. 3 is the family divided by old age and pain, no change ever to be found. Hard as a rock and hands covered in marks of fighting to keep me in 3. 2, every story has it’s 2 sides. Wish the feeling of being forced to pick sides would be gone. 2 is the family divided by a 2 sided blade. Slashed down the middle, the divide forever growing in size, I sit and listen to their cries feeling powerless. Two, divided they stand forever listening to fake laughs and breaking glass. 1, everyone has at least one flaw. Perfection is a flaw, because perfection is a lie. Their fake perfection dies at the opening and closing of the door, blocking out the world that they swear is the cause of their habits. How can it be their fault if the fault is not claimed? This one is a family combined all under the intoxicating toxicity of alcohol. I wish to change the world for the world has always been changing around me. I wish to build houses for the poor by employing the people who need funding the most. I am from a house, upon a house, upon a house…...3 families all flawed between 2 drugs and alcohol, united under me. One. Where am I from? I am from the everything, choosing to try and keep nothing hidden. I have searched for the cure, hastily trying to put bandaids on bullet holes. Leaving holes in my family, I try to fix them all. But I am surrounded on all sides by the people who shout, no wonder I cannot keep a sound,.. fascinated by the horrifying realization I have to switch who I am for every family,... I go… Who am I?

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one day the buildings will crumble and ships will be rust and everyone on the earth living right now will be dust one day the earth will take over and those which did not crumble will become the jungle and those that did not rust will become earths crust and still, everyone living will be dust

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Nov 16, 2018

Nov 16, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC

CLK

P*A*S*T

one day the buildings will crumble and ships will be rust and everyone on the earth living right now will be dust one day the earth will take over and those which did not crumble will become the jungle and those that did not rust will become earths crust and still, everyone living will be dust

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After 10 years, you’d think someone would care. After 10 years you’d think when they left they’d leave a tear. But 7 years have now passed, and I still miss the past.

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Sep 18, 2018

Sep 18, 2018 at 6:06 AM UTC

CLK

Do you?

After 10 years, you’d think someone would care. After 10 years you’d think when they left they’d leave a tear. But 7 years have now passed, and I still miss the past.

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if the world didnt hate us if our looks didnt make us if our writing didnt save us if our familys never betrayed us if our smiles werent fake if our love life was in sync if our if's could be true i wouldve never met you

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Sep 5, 2018

Sep 5, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC

CLK

if

if the world didnt hate us if our looks didnt make us if our writing didnt save us if our familys never betrayed us if our smiles werent fake if our love life was in sync if our if's could be true i wouldve never met you

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does time really pass your hands shake the glass your eyes shake my heart your glance takes me apart

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Sep 5, 2018

Sep 5, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC

CLK

time

does time really pass your hands shake the glass your eyes shake my heart your glance takes me apart

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Sooner or later you will turn ten I will turn time just to see you again sooner or later youll be a man ill still live with the memory of being able to hold your small, little hand sooner or later you'll have a wife, you will give your kids life your kids will not have to know any struggle or strife but first you will turn ten

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Sep 5, 2018

Sep 5, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC

CLK

ten

Sooner or later you will turn ten I will turn time just to see you again sooner or later youll be a man ill still live with the memory of being able to hold your small, little hand sooner or later you'll have a wife, you will give your kids life your kids will not have to know any struggle or strife but first you will turn ten

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do you need to sacrifice your life join the corps keep your core end up as a corpse

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Aug 27, 2018

Aug 27, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC

CLK

corpse

do you need to sacrifice your life join the corps keep your core end up as a corpse

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no more i tell a mirror promising ill give up blowing smoke in mirrors no more i tell my mirror looking at the reflection as i light another one more i tell my mirror falling deeper than i could ever figure one more i light another crying because these took my mother

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Aug 27, 2018

Aug 27, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC

CLK

And?

no more i tell a mirror promising ill give up blowing smoke in mirrors no more i tell my mirror looking at the reflection as i light another one more i tell my mirror falling deeper than i could ever figure one more i light another crying because these took my mother

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one drip i lost my will 2 drips time for another pill drip and drag sleep is a distant and vauge drag, drag time to go to school and be called a *** drip drip once more i wish that kids would just let me live

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Aug 27, 2018

Aug 27, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC

CLK

Drips and Drags

one drip i lost my will 2 drips time for another pill drip and drag sleep is a distant and vauge drag, drag time to go to school and be called a *** drip drip once more i wish that kids would just let me live

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Press play, go on. We press play every single day. Every single time we allow a crime to be passed by instead of action we sit back and just contemplate.

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Aug 24, 2018

Aug 24, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC

CLK

Continue

Press play, go on. We press play every single day. Every single time we allow a crime to be passed by instead of action we sit back and just contemplate.

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