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810 · Jun 2017
My Suicide Note
Xavier Arnold Jun 2017
You saw me
What the hell was up with that
That feeling in my stomach
I told my dad I'd hit the sack
But I got locked on my bed
Painted my arm black
Because it covers red
See being bored is just my knack

Stereotypical, I know
See I had nowhere else to go
So I sat there and wrote
Row after row
A compilation of mental blows
See I never told her
But finally she knows

They tell me to begin again
To win again
But I'm here to show these kids
That breaking rules is ******* cool again
We're hooligans
407 · Feb 2017
Old Hickory
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
379 · Mar 2017
Pickle
Xavier Arnold Mar 2017
It's where I sit
Between the bases
I'm always high
And full of directional changes.
343 · Mar 2017
Pot
Xavier Arnold Mar 2017
***
I like that feeling
A pulsing warmth
That gives me meaning
Left to flutter all alone
Even whilst with friends
It's the only place I go

As the smoke leaves the pipe
As I give another joint
Another light
Life seems happy

That bubble sound brings a tear to my eye
A room so foggy
It makes you cry
Goodbye

...
319 · Mar 2017
Fire
Xavier Arnold Mar 2017
think
contract
burn
fuse

bound
creator
burn
fuse

silence
shatter
burn
fuse

observe
teach
burn
fuse

trick
escape
burn
fuse

love
reason
burn
fuse
I should be doing homework
310 · Feb 2017
Young
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
304 · Mar 2017
Sorry
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.
259 · Jul 2017
The Mind Of A Teenage Boy.
Xavier Arnold Jul 2017
Non-sensible *******
I compose myself thusly
An anorexic cool kid
With joints quite rusty

With a lack of tread
I was out of control
No point in being dead
When you already dug the hole

My eyes start to sag
I'm tired of the constant confirmation
That your boyfriends a ***
Oh I can't say that can I?
It's a hot button issue
Cry all you want
But I won't give you a tissue

Not that I don't want to
I'm simply all out
I used them all
You know what it's about

Copious amounts of drugs
And a crap ton of ****
I'm so freaking wasted
This chick feels like a dude

Wait, I'm not even high
I'm inside my head
Cause I took one sip of rye
All those psa's said I was gonna die
Such a surprise if the school told a lie

I'm a total cliche
A stereotype if I may
From a culture of fear
Kids scared to be gay
We're all going through changes
In a ****** up way
My voice just got deeper
You still don't listen what I say

I talk too much
I say too little
You're completely *******
But let's keep this civil

-Xav
255 · Mar 2017
I cant stand not rhyming.
Xavier Arnold Mar 2017
Not that all poems have to rhyme
It takes some effort
And a lot of time
No need to ref it

No offence to you
I can't enjoy the poem
Not because of what you do
But your effort seems to moan

weird.
231 · Feb 2017
Drop
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 —