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 May 2016 The Winter Jester
m i a
poor art boy,
his mind was a gallery,
full of art,
until the factory
of society,
came along polluting it,
with reality,
and tearing it apart.
poor art boy,
poor
art
boy
.
i've become attached to art lately, and came up with this. in which in artist is pulled away from his // her artistic voice, or side.
"If you disagree with me you're automatically a Trump supporter"

- America
Even if the topic had nothing to do with Trump you're still a Trump supporter.
I draw pictures of how it could of been, if you never have gone astray. Of what I could have prevented from happening the following day. I draw the one who had taken you away, he is the one whom I slay.
This has NOTHING to do with me! Just a little story.
The smell of wood polish;
sprayed unevenly on the counter top,
brought you back to life.
Back down from heaven and earth into my mind,
where you had evaded me for the longest time.
An aroma of you.
My Great Grandma.
The Greatest Grandma,
I smelt that wood polish and your memory came alive again.
For one final time.
I closed my eyes,
I was a child,
and it was almost like
you came back to life.
When these guns salute
they’ll need roses
when the metal pops,
stemmed from the truth until the last petal falls off,
but theres no romance in the commotion of the outspoken,
left broken torso twisted into specific yoga poses,
body’s go missing of the scene like a mystery, it’s hocus pocus,
This is a cold one (cauldron) it’ll get mixed until the remix surfaces,
on track here to defeat your purpose,
crush the trachea so you can’t breathe,
they got no Eyedea (idea)
Everyday, this is one of the seven deadliest, akin to a swarm of locusts,
they lose focus in the colloquial informality of the death chosen,
expose fossils fools (fuels) make them leave earth like a Diplodocus,
awoken from a deep sleep with deep heat to the exposed wounds,
so many bodies left in old tombs we gonna be needing some more room soon.
something different - not a poem
Maybe you're not the most talented person or someone who will rule the world. But it's better to be proud of yourself than to look for approval of others who may not even recognize your potential.
Eww
Ew it's you...
What are you doing back?
Coming around again out of the blue.
You tried to hurt me but I wouldn't crack
You think you're special, I thought so too.
But you're just a ******* narcissist
Try and play games with me but it won't work. Try and control my feelings if you insist, you won't get by in life just being a ****. Seeing me go on in life must be hard, can't seem to get the concept that you're not clever, only an idiot can fall for the sorry card. We will never happen again ever! You don't need me you're just bored, go back to that ugly attention seeking little **** with no originality, you two were perfect that's why she was your *****. Now she's trying to copy my appearance and personality! You see clearly that I am done, I'm striving for change, have fun
Mr. Mentally Deranged.
For all the girls out there who's ****** up by some guy!
 May 2016 The Winter Jester
m i a
sticks and stones, may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me,
words will never hurt me
words
   will
           never
                hurt
                    me.
and oh my,
what an awful lie
that was.
do you know why?
well because,
words are the most powerful thing,
we use them to sing,
or to porpose to a lover with a ring,
but
but,
we can also use these so called words to ruin a human being,
whether it be,
emotionally,
physically,
and
mentally,
i know most don't mean to intentionally,
but you need to remember to watch what you say,
because those words can effect someone,
on today,
or later on in may,
instead,
let your words flow with,
wisdom and grace,
not with hurtful lies and myths,
instead,
let your lovely words,
bring a smile to someone's face,
and maybe they won't feel
like a disgusting disgrace,
sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words may hurt me.
this is just my opinion, words may not effect you at all, so it may be different for you. though my message still stands, how will you use your words today?
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