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How is a boy like me from the “not-so-small-anymore” town of Greenville, South Carolina supposed to become a successful poet?

Well, I’ve got to do the same thing anyone else would do if they want to become something:

First, stop asking questions.
Second, start finding the answers.

Because it’s all about making it in the World.

But remember, if you can make it “here”, you can make it anywhere kid.

And if you can’t make it “here”,
Then join the **** club.
I'm just chasing this dream of mine.
She is beautiful.
Her smile can light up a room.
Her drive is unmatched by any other.
Her laugh is precious.
Her voice is as sweet as sugar.
Everything she does is magical.

I am battle-tested.
My smile can light up my paper.
My drive is unmatched by any other.
My laugh is required.
My voice is used to write these words.
Everything I do is poetic.

But, alas, we can never be together.

Because the poison she emits from her soul to touch me,
Mixed with the blood I bleed on this paper for my art,

Will never be a good combination.
A fraying, fraying leash.
[doesn't every ugly thing
look good in cursive?]*

tattoo the image as a sleeve
like i'm too young to care
if you're taking care of yourself
vinylrecordshatteringvulnerableOHSO
it's not even summer yet
and i already know i ain't over a **** thing
love like your slender, lanky long body

large brown eyes and the smell of
smoke in your hair
hazel honey energy, making out on the balcony
promise land really is just a graveyard
of discarded lights like you and i
in the middle of a desert
and i can't think straight, not since your lips
first captured mine
Hidden in the shadows
In the light of the moon
Is a secret born in the inception time
The whisper of legends
The Truth in the tale
Alive within dreams
A reflection of souls dancing
Diaphanous in the rays of the sun
Like lingering cold
As mist succumbs to the warmth of morning
Never to be found when looking
Unseen in plain sight
Wrapping its equal
In a swaddling of peace
Only to be known as two become one
A whole felt before
Only in the shadows of dreams
Eternal by design
Known in this realm
As a myth, as magic
But this is the only truth
Created as one soul
We are all that there is
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To Him
Forever and Always
 Feb 2016 Simone Alivia Gentry
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All of the people I tried to fix ended up being open cases
That the judge would skim though and laugh at
You can tell a lot from the bags under people's eyes
and how the light glimmers in their eye when they hear the words 'thank you'

Momma always told me that I was one to try and fix the impossible
I found comfort in the word "thank you"
and drowned in the words
"you can't fix everyone"
the second I see a broken soul, like a magnet
I am a positive to a negative
playing devils advocate without the devils sign off

I fall for the ones who say I remind them of their angel figure in their life
I fall for the ones who can quickly resemble my parents failing marriage
I'm my mothers daughter,
I am a dreamer, an unconditional lover
I believe in the ones who don't need believing
I am my mental health's own worst enemy.
Hello,
I was wondering if you still think of me?
I haven't shed a single tear since You've been gone
But it hurts deep down inside,
Don't get me wrong
I feel as though time has never past,
Yet you have past along

Hello,
Can you read me?
Through the crackle in my voice
As you leave me to die,
I guess you had no choice

Though I dream of us,
And who we use to be
The thought of you leaving
Brings out the hurt in me...
My tears splattered like rain drops
Upon this pillow of mine
My Mama always said
"love is blind*"
My never lasting love...
I like to look at poetry like this:

It’s just like taking one step at a time.

Then I remind myself:

Walking can take a while to get you somewhere.
Poetry is eternal
If I was to go broke today,

Would you put me back together?


Or find someone else with money?
Welp...
This is a collaboration work I wrote with a good friend of mine, Benjamin Patterson. These words are mine and his, and they tell a great story.*

Have you ever been down?
That dusty old road?
The one with no paths,
The one that grows old.
How did the young become proud?
How did they find it all?
Even though I hit the ground,
The hardest hit was the fall.
You know what they say.
“Turn the glass, spill the sand.”
I never felt so alone.
Without your hand in my hand.
I’ve been gone for so long.
Standing out in the rain.
I need to find a place.
Where I can just rest my brain.
No one stands when they fall.
The end was never so clear.
I always give it my all.
But I'm lost without you here.
Sure life has its ups and downs,
Even though I say I'm alright,
I scream out loud.
And again, I lay alone tonight.
There are no distractions.
I’m too busy thinking about any and everything.
After this past that I've been lain,
Just thought of what my future brings.
I've been through it all, the scars and the pain.
Riding on my Pegasus, I fell off into hopelessness.
I had made it through, I thought I conquered it.
But the past, which was you, came back and knocked me into unconsciousness.
I've been gone for so long.
Standing out in the rain.
I really just need to find a place.
Where I can rest my confusing brain.
No one stands when they fall.
But I always give it my all.
The end was never so clear.
I'm lost without you here.
I've tried my best, I've done it all.
Now I’m just standing out in the rain.
I survived the hit, but not the fall.
And now I’m laying here with scars mixed with pain.
Let's live in the moment. I'll leave the past behind.
I spill the sand from the glass.
We could be together again, or at least tonight we could try.
This moment will indeed be our last.

Life without you is like hope that’s lost in me.
I'll try to pull through, but will I?
I guess we will see.
Thank you Ben for this great work.
Rot
I feel as if I am drowning under the weight of thousand words unspoken,
feel still lost in the I's and the eyes on the tip of my tongue and teeth in my lips in your eyes in your lips.

If I could unblock the rot and make the heartache stop.
If I could rewind the time and decamp this vast desert filled with landmines.
If I could start over again and just pretend, that this is surely not my trying to fend for myself, would you hold me with your touch, caress and noone else?
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