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Losing my hair,
I’ve learned so much,
My head looks weird
And no more wise.
It’s no longer a conquest
But stress for happiness
And philosophical lies
That promise no demise
I’ll miss you hair.
I saw my reflection without a hat
Do you have an only fans account? I am curious to see you naked. You have such great accomplishments so I would like to see your *******. I heard you worked hard which makes me think, how’s your *****? You’re a strong woman, why not flex your powers for fortune and flash your *******?
Satire, literally no disrespect
Marshall Messi Sep 2020
“The birth of a poem
Poetry is capturing a scene, an event, or a deed with your eyes,
Processing it in your mind and feeling it in your heart, it’s letting go and expressing it with your words.

Hussein Dekmak

Copyright“

-GANDHI
Marshall Messi Sep 2020
I write this poem to the rhythm of my heart.
I have heart arrhythmia, so call it free form.
This poem is free form like the dancing of a soul.
Made up and pointless. Nothing beautiful to mourn.
We are The temperature of air and floating as unborn.
The idea is that we don’t and the dream is as afloat
We write this poem together to the rhythms of our farts
Cheers to my heart
Marshall Messi Sep 2020
If I wake tomorrow hurray
As I woke awake today
But I forgot to say hurray
So tomorrow I will wake
And make up for my mistake today
And if I wake the next day...
I have yet to make a mistake.
And for my folly and time wasted I stay awake at the fear of time and death and tomorrow will I awake?
If I wake tomorrow hurray
As I woke awake today
But I will forget as I have forgot and so will the people I loved
So tomorrow I will wake
And make up for my mistakes today
And if I wake the next day...
I have yet to make a mistake.
A
Mis
Take
A
Wake
Marshall Messi Dec 2018
You are like summer, hot.
You are like pizza, good.
You are like candy, sweet.
You are like similes, easy.
Marshall Messi Nov 2018
The bruise of being held to long
It isn’t blunt trauma
It’s persistent, it’s firm
And the release feels good
But...
The memory...
It lingers on
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