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John Beetle Oct 2013
Too many know Sandy Hook
but they don’t know about
the stabbings of the little ones
in China that happened on the same day.


Aside from that
men who cannot get out of the fire
and who cannot be tamed
are true animals
John Beetle Oct 2013
I hurt.
myself and others,
while the lions break free.
I am a little bird dying
in its nest,
and giving up.
A bird trying to fly,
and hiding from the
other birds.
I am a tough bird
who doesn’t show much,
but I don’t understand
how they see the sadness in my face,
how do they see it?
I gave up once trying
while the lions broke free.
The male birds sing in their
heads at night while
the lions can actually sleep.
depression
life
John Beetle Oct 2013
if you are good with words you are bad with numbers

if you are good with numbers you are bad with words
words
writing
poem
John Beetle Oct 2013
the pork is hot
with hell spices burning the tongue
I live with a country guy who loves his beer
but it feels I live with myself
well I am always on my own
the old love doesn’t want to see me
and I care too much
John Beetle Sep 2013
’d rather be sleeping than seeing you

I’d rather be sleeping than seeing my friends

I’d rather be sleeping than be dead

I’d rather be sleeping than being in a crowd

I’d rather be sleeping than talking to people

because the people I seem to only talk to are dumb and

never have a clue what they are saying

I’d rather be sleeping than being around you

even though we are together most of the time

and that time is well spent

I’d rather be sleeping

I’d rather be sleeping because

I’d rather be sleeping without you

I’d rather be sleeping with you

I’d rather be sleeping because

there is no point of being up

I never get anything done

I’d rather be sleeping

because I get to

dream

I’d rather be sleeping because sleep

seems to be the only thing that

keeps me going

Sleep you are good to me

but the problem is

I can never sleep
John Beetle Sep 2013
She had Egyptian eyes and I loved looking at them,
her eyes were my favorite thing about her.
That body that was always against me. I miss that touch.
She was the definition of beauty.
beauty
woman
John Beetle Sep 2013
There’s this old piano from my great grandparents in my parents living room.
Half the keys don’t work
And it’s out of tune.
Doesn’t mean i don’t play it
But I’m no Chopin
And I have never learned how to play the piano
But whatever I play
It is always pleasant to my ears.
piano
chopin
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