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Xavier Arnold Mar 2017
I strum
I barely speak
I'm not dumb
I like to peak

I wanna come back
I over stayed my welcome
I cause an environmental attack
I have a few problems
I miss the goatee cat

I wish you luck
I miss the one too
I have feelings in a muck
I miss the color blue

Sorry.
Xavier Arnold Mar 2017
It's where I sit
Between the bases
I'm always high
And full of directional changes.
Xavier Arnold Feb 2017
When you’re violently scared to disrespect thee
The one, the only, “Old Hickory”
You toughen up
And join the cause
To defeat those who have broken
Forbidden laws

He continued to recruit
A group that he could steer
Most of these fearless men
Joined outta fear

We marched to New Orleans
The odds are 1 to 3
But the British had disrespected
Thee “Old Hickory”

We won that day
After we set the sky ablaze
It makes me really miss
The “Old Hickory” days.

We started the march back to Tennessee
We had plans
To celebrate our victory
Through a land
Shrouded in mystery

We faced many trials
On our journey home
But never once
Did we bicker or moan
We made it through dangerous territory
It was a sight to see
By the leadership
Of “Old Hickory”
history war class
Xavier Arnold Feb 2017
You're a timid distraction
From the concept of time
The simplicity of a fraction
Two thirds of my life
Deprived of passion
They say that love
Isn't love when you're young
I promise that's love
I know it when I see one
Love is tangible
You can see it and feel it
It's interchangeable
You only have one
The thought of an "Intellectual ******"
The perfect person
This is tangible.
I can feel it
But I feel unloveable
When I'm in pain
You take it way
I'll stay in my lane
But don't stay away
My minds obituary
**** "arbitrary"
Love is necessary. -X.Arnold
Xavier Arnold Feb 2017
He watches as others grin
He watches another kid
Commit his first "sin"
It's his turn
He's sweaty and drunk
Defined as a troubled child
Labeled a punk
So he thrives on this
The smell of beer
Tastes like ****
Another story to tell his "friends"
Another mistake
Another weekend
You kiss
He thought it was love
Was there something he missed
A dash of regret
The moment was over
With a drop of sweat. -X.Arnold.

— The End —