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Ever ******* up?
Ever made a mistake?
Hey listen,
We all play that game.


Something slipped out,
Did the wrong thing.
That's okay,
We all play the game.


The game of being human,
Of living life in haste
The game of being impulsive,
And making mistakes every day.


So don't get down,
By mistakes upon you.
'Cause I know,
You’ve done it too.


So please forgive me
If I do wrong to you.
For when it’s my turn.
For the favor to be returned
It’ll be okay
It’ll work out someday.
I've been M.I.A lately, my mind's been in action, writing more lines and dealing with social traction. Going full countercultural, blocking out distraction, trying to fit in while staying true to my faction.
That's my topic today, my current subject, now before I go on and with all due respect, I mean not to offend, feel free to object, I'm not pointing fingers cause you're not a suspect.
In this day and age I feel like a defect, because I write poems I'm treated like a reject, and my love of heavy metal has had an effect on the way I'm treated like I'm imperfect.
Some might say I'm broken, that's incorrect, as a matter of fact there's a fear I detect, a fear of difference that's been going unchecked, it's so hard to solve because it's so indirect. We hold back our thoughts and try to be perfect, well that isn't good it's a snowball effect. There are cases aplenty all uniquely diverse, but the more we hold back it'll only get worse. I want to show the world that there's nothing to fear,and that when there is I'll be the frontier. But we all have our limits and I'm no engineer, simply put I'm a pioneer. A simple minded poet, a man of innovation, solving all my trouble through poetic creation.
The masked face stares at me.
I can only see her eyes.
Is the masked girl friendly?
I reach out and try to grab her hand.
She starts walking away from me, where is she going?
I follow her and walk down this road.
She stops at this house, she says it is her house.
She hands me a picture of a baby, it’s her.
I walk further down the road stopping at different destinations that are important to her.
The girl stops and looks at me.
She says this is my life, she said it’s her life.
She starts walking again and I keep following her.
I see more pictures of her.
I see pictures of when she was a teenager.
I see a picture of her when she was 18.
But she stops and her appearance changes.
She takes off her mask, her face looks unhappy.
Her eyes look sad, her mask told a story.
She is fading slowly; her life is slipping away.
Tears roll down her eyes and she says good bye.
Ok, so here. This is my last one for.. for tonight! Don't worry I will post again soon. But I hope this ties everyone over until next time.
Keep writing, stay strong and be you.
Be you, no matter who that may be, and learn and change when you get older.
Enjoy every moment, even if it may seem small.
Because all the small moments add up, to a bigger picture.
 Apr 2017 Somebody Nobody
Blossom
I walk outside
SNEEZE!
pause
SNEEZE!
pause- step
SNEEZE!
Oh geez,
Here come the bee's.
Sunlight streams
Blinding me
My head it screams.
Grab some shades
I'll wish and pray
For good old cloudy days.
 Apr 2017 Somebody Nobody
Kay
I cross my heart and hope to die.

That's what you said...

Cross your heart and hope to die
That you would never leave me.

But I'm the one left standing here, hoping to die.

For its MY heart that you have crossed.
I've been gone
It's been so long
And I wanted to see you
Well that's not exactly true
But  we started to talk
Not long after I decided to walk
It's suppose to be a two way street
But if you keep love like a sweet
It will never stay
That's why I've gone away







Are you still alive?







I can't survive







Though I did leave you
You left me too
And the biggest trick
To come from a *****
Is to believe they'll love
And hold you high above





And I am always the fool
When it comes to tools
You've ruined it all
Into my arms
I was holding you
Into my arms
When you told me
Into my arms
I was a mistake
Into my arms
you cried
Into my arms
You asked who played that song
Into my arms
The skies in your eyes fell
Into my arms.
11:59 pm**
and I remember that night
when I asked you
why you never told me about
those feelings
that you had
or lacked
and you responded
only with
"because that would have
made it real"
I walked outside to smell some flowers,
Their anthers blowing in the breeze
But while my plan was to sniff them for hours,
What sprung up?
It wasn't weeds.

As I bent down to smell the roses,
And the brilliant, white daisies
Suddenly I felt a tickle in my nose
What really sprung up?
My allergies!
I hate allergies. But now that spring is here, it'll be even worse!
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