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Jose Rodriguez Dec 2015
I got a call at 1:19 am
I was busy thinking about nothing
The dancing patterns in my carpet
Warm walls comfort me
I'd get up but my ***** white tee is heavy
One 19 year old kid staring at a carpet as his phone rings loud and clear over his blue tooth speakers in the middle of the day
Jose Rodriguez Dec 2015
I'll hold you like a drowning man holds his last breath
I'll hold you like a kid holds his favorite ice cream cone
I'll hold you like homeless addict holds his ****
I'll hold you like ******* teen holds his moan
Jose Rodriguez Dec 2015
Positive thoughts are like imaginary  posters, decorating walls of the mind
Couldn't find tacks so I put them up with nails, cracks in my skull left behind
****** up domes never made it far in life, neither do the paintings on a wall
Tucked up stones in the sleeves of my shirt, looking up at posters when I crawl
Jose Rodriguez Dec 2015
I'll be part of the masses that are shoveled in to the furnace
I'm not sad matter of fact I act as if I've earned it cause I have
I bust my *** and half the time come back with zero earnings
Not hard to lust over eternal sleep when you've always had trouble sleeping
Not hard to find reasons to weep when all you lost you planned on keeping
Jose Rodriguez Dec 2015
A windowless room?
Well that sounds awfully stressing
A man who went blind?
Now you're getting depressing
The wall lost it's colors
It looks more like a wall
You can't open the shudders
Darkness is now your all
I can see
Yet I still feel trapped
I am me
And I always feel strapped
Never not me
Can't distract me with a view
I'm alone
All alone just like you
Jose Rodriguez Dec 2015
We write words like a king has his lunch
Like a fiend buys drugs, because he buys a bunch
We take pride in our craft , like a boxer his punch
If we had a dime for each word that we wrote
And one for each thought we thought thought would provoke
We'd be so **** rich that none would'nt know it
And much more people would spend time among poets
Jose Rodriguez Dec 2015
If I had four arms I'd make interesting  snow angels
I'd rid my ear buds of infuriating cord tangles
Three cookies and cocoa
I'd eat all at once
I could only imagine
my incredible  stunts
There is so many things to grasp, feel and touch
It's safe to assume I'd ******* twice as much
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