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 Aug 2016 Sierra
what a waste
There's a puff cloud rolling off a dragon's snout and shark teeth scales that fit him like a crown

He's barren on purpose, no need for the surface; he's the hermit of hermits and surely he's ******* earned it

For each step fumbled the earth learnt to crumble
For each burnt verse the forest lurked wordless

His iron-clad claws crawl along the black sands of neverland
He uses lambswool to clense the gutter of his jabber jaw

He never assumed the words he worked into submission would stem into an insatiable obsession
24 | 31 Poems for August 2016

This is not my life, it’s just a temporary façade, if you listen to my voice you’ll discover that it’s my disguise.
I fully acknowledge the fact that I am not perfect but I’d love to believe that I’m worth it.
The hardest part of saying goodbye is seeing me cry and knowing that I’ll no longer get the chance to see you smile.
I wrote this on a Tuesday morning while listening to Siegfried by Frank Ocean while reading the pages of a Dan Brown novel.
I’d build Rome for you in a day and make you forget about all the negative things that critics always say.
Heartbreak comes in the morning when the sun is shining and the wind is blowing.
My heart breaks as I try to piece this piece together and hopefully find peace by the end of this masterpiece.
I’m tired like the Michelin Man but I still have great drive like a brand new Bentley or Benz.
Some days I’m more Bukowski than Dickens, flipping through the pages of my life as the plot thickens.
They say perception is flawed and distorted, perception is key and I need to find a locksmith.
Contemplating about unexpected goodbyes while living off a temporary high.
A part of me had already anticipated the heartbreak so this time around the effects were less detrimental.
My eyes and mind are blinded by the love that my heart obstinately believes in.
I’m thankful for your love, you gave me something to believe in but the time has come for me to be leaving.
This is not my life, it’s just a temporary façade, if you analyse my poetry you’ll discover that it’s my disguise.
 Aug 2016 Sierra
what a waste
I've nitpicked these porcupine quills
til I was left with a fistful clenched
like the gravel beneath gravity's pull
And I threw myself together a smile that
matched the illegitimacy of a generation
drenched in green slime and no where
to go but drive thrus that won't end
It's a fantastic imagination meets
Whooly mammoth procrastination
If the worlds a stage then who the ****
pays who to play it and where do I
apply for the collective **** fame ****
 Aug 2016 Sierra
PrttyBrd
Ink Stains
 Aug 2016 Sierra
PrttyBrd
I want to write love
But I only bleed pain
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