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calebajohnson
32/M/Arkansas I am a high school science teacher and artist in my spare time. I'm interested in small things that don't catch the eye, but which are the essence of all that we are and experience. I focus mostly on poetry, folk songwriting and traditional woodworking.
What will it be like to be dead? I imagine peace But not the sort that makes you pretend I imagine comfort But not the sort that makes you crave action I imagine oneness, But not the kind that makes you feel lost I imagine silence. But not the type that makes you crave noise I imagine stillness But not the type that makes you restless I imagine emptiness But not the type that makes you feel alone I imagine nothingness But not the kind that makes you hungry for stuff I imagine And then, I do not
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Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 9:27 PM UTC
What will it be like to be dead?
Another day Another dime Another useless Unheard rhyme Another day another dime On the ladder I do not pretend to climb Another day another dime Another way for me To waste my time Another day another dime I make a dollar for you And lose some of mine Another day another dime I bear the burden Of your wimpy spine Another day another dime The suffering you leave Is your greatest crime Another day Another dime There will be no justice It's all broken this time
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 5:47 PM UTC
Another Day
It's absolutely crushing The weight of this boulder It grinds me down To a gritless powder Like an old grain mill Down by the creek past that yonder hill Is this even worth it Is this the way Cohen would say it? Cohen was great And there have been others Worth reading until late When the eyes strain And blood bursts the vein But is this that? Or am I just average Only that? And no, it is not The way he would have thought But it's how I did It came from under my lid And why isn't that enough Its how I ******* said it And isn't that enough?
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Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 3:45 PM UTC
I ******* Said, What I said
Your evil made me hungry and I'm coming back for more I don't even give a **** That you don't like the poor You can go ahead and **** someone If it will start this war I've been starving for so long I just can't take it anymore Your evil made me hungry And I'm coming back for more _________ Even if I don't catch a break At least I'll know what it was for I don't care to have a Cadillac As long as you don't get to have yours I'll turn my back on everyone If they won't quit what's made me sore Because your evil made me hungry And I'm coming back for more _________ I'll do whatever you tell me to I'll be your favorite ***** I'll show you all my anger And be a bigoted bore Just as long as you don't forget me And relish in my gore Because your evil made me hungry And I'm coming back for more _________ I don't need no learning of facts From someone who knows more There is no one who can take From me what I've been looking for Even if you prove me wrong I'll believe it even more Because your evil made me hungry And I'm coming back for more _________ Now the boys in blue have turned And thrown me to the floor And you won't even look at me You don't need me anymore But that's ok because I broke it all Those ******** who we tore From their exalted places From their more noble lore It was your evil made me hungry And I will always come back for more
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Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 3:24 PM UTC
Your Evil Made Me Hungry
I was just too angry to see That what you were going through Was the same things as me I was just too angry to see That what was lost wasn't just you But also me I was just too angry to see That what I missed was not the trinkets But the gone of we I was just too angry to see That the injury was not minor But was deep as can be. I was just too angry To see
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Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 10:07 PM UTC
I was just too ******* angry
Red white and blue Red white and blue How my heart wanted To be true But your devotion to me Is not what mine was to you Red white and blue How I wish I could be true
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Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
Patriotism 1
The clock on the wall is busted I don't think I'll fix it What causes the hours to fly? Maybe our trespass to count it The clock on the wall is slow I don't think I'll speed it up Why am I always so stressed? It could be I am possessed The clock on the wall has stopped I don't think I'll start it Why can't I not be still? Perhaps that machinery is my ill
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Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC
Broken Clock
I tried once To be what I am not Gave myself a shove Tried to be forgot My shape shifted And for a moment I was grifted I cannot Be what I am Not
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Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 9:23 AM UTC
The Anxiety Pill
All I ever get is your ashes: The macaroni dinner you burned, The last part of your jokes, The short end of your smokes, And the last ones will be in your urn.
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Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
Your Ashes
Some people are told Never to return They feel the firm clasp That shoves them into the cold But for me, you were silent Your lips sealed, reproachful And I learned to wear a heavy coat To insulate from your malcontent Your words like poisoned kool aid Sweet and easy on the throat But when I left I felt the cyanide And the hole inside you made Now I'm free and don't have to hide My beautiful self from disgusted eyes And though you did not say "disowned" Your silence showed me the road But **** you and your family too This is much better for me I don't care about you
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Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
Quietly Disowned