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jared-yessayan
jared-yessayan
Feel free to critique/criticize my poetry, I like to hear what others think of my work. / / All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. / -Oscar Wilde / / Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history. / -Plato
You think I am weak Just a skinny, visually un-muscular man Who it be easy to toy with and I will not retaliate It is so pathetic how many people just judge a book by its cover sitting on the stand While they judge me off my appearance I begin to study their weaknesses and evaluate For what people do not see when they call me weak and skinny is I have a dark secret Deep inside my soul lies a creature, itching to mutilate A reckless, blood-thirsty entity with razor sharp teeth and claws cocked back to act It walks in a pitch black fur suit, a primitive 4 legged walker My true being is a caged killer Alpha Wolf that is about to crack You think I am weak Thing is.....I have yet to reach my peak
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Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
What People Fail to See in Me
Love.... A diseased force left behind by the gods A broken record spinning a mans soul Blood spitting, convulsing, spine twisted, broken A feeling brought forth by a minds cruel tricks Everyone wants it until it does not want them Love is hates next door neighbor Now tell me, is love real or just a imagined idea?
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
The Past 4 Years
A Beast that knows of no boundaries An Alpha Wolf with Razor Sharp teeth and a Million red Claws Machine responsible for the Evisceration of the Masses throughout the Generations Deaths most sinister creation A Ferocious Fiery Filled Fury The Aborted child of Mother Merry Natures Cold-hearted Killer King of Manipulative mind games An immoveable object An unshakeable feeling Corrupts a being of all Good reason A form of Natures cruelest Treason
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
Hate
A poison to the mind This being, of evil and good Internal dialogue that can tear a man apart A mystery of a kind Thoughts which consume or release a soul A process that inevitably takes its toll Concepts unique to an individual yet, just like millions of others in principal Complicated or simple This life burden we live with In the end, it is all the same
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
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