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Postal Leo Feb 2019
OOF
Not a happy individual,
Call me Grumpy, of the 7
I may look young,
But trust me,
I’m older than eleven,

Go away,
I bite,
And am quite prone to startin’, a fight.
Not angry…
Call me ******.
And I see absolutely no way,
That we can coexist.
Postal Leo Feb 2019
Hey, I'm Leo, and as of late, I've been feeling...
Envious of my best friend's, and it's not even their fault, but I,
Love the both off them, and want what they have. My ex,
Played my emotions, and now the only word I have for it is sad.

My hole in my heart, grows larger and larger, with each passing day.
You said you would love me forever...

But you care not, whether i live or cry,
Rather, you monster, might prefer it if i were to die.
Only you have have seen the entirety of my heart.
Killing me, to you must be a game,
Ending in sorrows, and,
Never ending pain.

How does the caged bird sing, dear friends? Because it free of us.
Ending in sorrow is the way of the human, and thus is our story.
A sad, sad tale... Hate is obligatory.
Righteous are the few, but strong are the many.
The pendulum, will always swing, back.

And now you know my story.
Postal Leo Feb 2019
Now look here kid, for I'm not repeating,
Becoming famous is easy, just a lot of lying and cheating.
So if you wanna go toe to toe with all the greats,
Prepare to go bang bang like some primates.
I don't believe in selling you soul,
Because we all know your going to do it, and get a **** ton of coal.
But trust me when I say, this is all like fine wine,
Music, love, and passion, only get better over time.
Postal Leo Feb 2019
life has an odd way, of punching you in the gut, to show you It's love.

so did my father, he never understood, I'm not the running, nor learning kind.

through these revelations I have found that perhaps love is something that is quite impossible to find.

there is no such thing as love at first sight only hate, because as humans, we are more like snakes than doves.

                                                       I've experienced the end of the world, and it's oh so beautiful, for you ran away, JUST GO AWAY.

and i find that having hope in humanity makes about as much sense as does loving someone you just met, you can only really do it when drunk or high.

                                         i don't want to die...

                            DECAY roses are red DECAY
                       DECAY just want to go to space. DECAY
                         DECAY and forever live alone DECAY
                                         Stop Reading My ****
Postal Leo Feb 2019
Feel like I’m drowning. Feel like. Feel like.
Feel like I’m burning. Feel like. Feel like.
Feel like I’m dying. Feel like. Feel like.

Is that the way of the way of the world, or just the way of the heart?
Keep your sanity intact, or life will tear you apart!
Oh, you’ve been through so much, and slept through even more!
So why not punch that other girl, when she calls you a *****?

Is that the way of the world, or just the way of the heart?
Keep your sanity intact, or just join a black art.
It’s clear to see, neither of you really want to fight,
But crowd is gathering round, looks like it’s gonna be one of those nights.
So hitch up your beautiful wedding dress, and prepare for a brawl!
This is insane, but your both on your third choice alcohol!

Feel like I’m sinking. Feel like, feel like.
Feel like I’m weakening. Feel like, feel like.
Feel like I'm falling, into the ever dark abyss.
And from it I get a sense of overcoming bliss.

Is that the way of the world, or just the way of the heart…?
Keep your sanity intact, or game over, and restart!
Fists are flying, knees through the air,
****** off her weave, “Oh God, my hair!!!”
Teeth, hair, fingers, skin!
Is this what it feels like to win?
Your beauty girl, it’s showing.
And now you're an unstoppable force, never slowing.

Good job, you messed up, at your sister’s wedding.
Fought another chick, you would prefer to be bedding.
So what did we learn, with an ice pack and a morning after pill?
Once you start drinking, everything… Goes downhill.
Postal Leo Feb 2019
Destiny. Is that all i have, was i predisposed to write a song, try my hardest but still fail, like a small dog, chasing his tail. In the music industry, 6 to 1,and I know i can grow and the whole world will see. But my chains still follow, and i'm tired of it, but i can't help, but remember my past. I don't want to count on this poem getting big, and that be the only way i eat. Born a coward, will i always be?

No, my destiny isn't me, i'm a beautiful creation, and i'm being set free. Away from the darkness, away from evil, away from hopelessness, away from she. Put my fingers on a pen or a pencil, and write me heart, best as i can, to the point where the world will finally see me for what i am. A Lion, hoping for a chance at life, then BAM! There, away, goes all my pain and strife.

I was never born to be content, always believed i would greater, a singer, song
writer, and author, so call me a verbal slayer. I know that some just won’t believe, and that’s their destiny, to lack a future where they have someone as awesome as me! But if they lack me, they never had the need, and that's just fine, I'll see them when we’re freed from this mortal seed.

But the lights go out, now I wait for them to dim. I want to make it big, but so far, all i do is sin. And i'm out of place and out of fashion, running last in a race that aint lasting…. I need a leader, need a guide, need a Jekyll to my Mr. Hyde! Need something to hold onto, some sort of mental clarity, but things like that, in this cruel world, are a ******* rarity.

So I slam on the breaks and out the car I go. And i fall and fall till I land in a blanket of beautifully ruined snow. There is no oasis, and there is no way to be set free. No peace of mind…. Not for me. Nor anyone else that chases happiness or bliss. Because, eventually you’ll all fall into the snow filled with ****.
Postal Leo Feb 2019
Fear.
What an interesting, pretty little word.
Worry not, my dear.
I shall protect you, my sweet bird.

Happiness.
Truly makes one unruly, ungrateful.
So cease, my bird, with this nastiness.
Before you make what we have hateful.

Delight.
Beauty, when left, unkempt.
So, come to bed, it’s far past night.
This is my final attempt.

Fame.
All I’ve wanted.
So i’ll have it, or so I proclaim.
By my problems, I’ll continue to be undaunted.
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