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PocketsThePoet
PocketsThePoet
Birmingham,AL A little forgotten poet / trying to inspire the world / to change or at least calm down
What an ******* I must be To have the audacity To fall in love As the world is ending To stand face to face with hate And not hesitate To say I’m in love Fully and wholeheartedly in love With the world With the girl With the feeling that feeling this good should never be criminal If this is our last hora Lets make it loud So We got a soundtrack when the building start to crumble down
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 9:52 PM UTC
Love at the end
One day I will write my last words Then they can be counted But until then I am infinite I can always get better I can always get worse Even if I stop for awhile I will always have words Do not ever let anyone tell you That you have lost it That you are ready to be counted If you still have blood in your brain And ink on your tongue You are infinite The alpha the omega The beginning the end Let your words be the 2nd coming While your still here You are no number You are everything
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 9:46 PM UTC
Infinite
Fleas **** Flies **** You **** I **** And when we **** It sure does feel like love **** you **** me **** everything What the **** Would I even do If I didn’t meet someone As ******* special as you
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 9:35 PM UTC
Fleas
Black Sabbath baptist Sings heavy metal gospel Every Sunday morn
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 9:34 PM UTC
Haiku
Drinking Dreaming of Ireland Dreaming of freedom The kind of freedom America only promises Green Fields Coffee Whiskey Red headed women Dutch gold Dublin dew Wrapped in a brown paper bag Ireland I wish I was there with you but the world had other plans My love My home Ill see you soon Or die trying
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC
Ireland
Lets get drunk and pretend were in love So when we wake up lonely tomorrow We will at least have a sweet memory Of what never was
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 9:19 PM UTC
untitled
Sleep ran away with the sheep It Made me wonder how I messed up counting Now it’s 2 am and I’m struggling with the math Adding in distractions As the hours subtract I wish I was back in class All I did was sleep then If only I could do that now Maybe I need to be laying on a note book and pencil While I listen to some old person ***** that ill need to know this You know Thinking about it tho ain’t that some **** School couldn’t even teach me how to sleep Yet they try to value the weight of your dreams
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 9:15 PM UTC
School
Have you heard The news So blue it’s black So sad its not even tragic These stories Theses tales From Virginia From a Birmingham jail This is America This is right now This is how it always has been We just refused to listen Just another victim To a broken system Sure it feels better to be numb But it doesn't feel good We all get tired from staying woke but how can you sleep With death at your backdoor Holding a badge and a gun No warrant Warrants this kind of response Where is the revolution If its not being televised
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 9:09 PM UTC
NEWS
There’s mold in the attic Next to the instillation and between the ears so many people wanna condemn this place Yet they have never lived here They didn’t see it when it was new and beautiful Before the outside world formed cracks in its foundation Before years of storms leaked in and rotted memories All the world sees is foreclosed eyes That’s why they are so blind Always trying to tear us down Instead of building us back up Then they wonder why we put locks on are doors And plywood over the windows They only wanna see something new Even if its not there own Some people houses look just like mine Some peoples minds are abandoned homes
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
The mind as a house
There’s no traffic in the canyon Just hitch hiking coyotes That *** to many cigarettes But always have good stories All they want is a play boy bunny To scratch them behind the ears Where the truck stop soap always collects They are simple like that That’s why I never fear all the teeth in their smiles Dull and worn down by all the miles They have put on those paws When we pulled into the next town They nodded and got off Back to the puppies Or back to no life at all The sun beams down The coyote walks
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
The Coyote Walks