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Joseph Rice Jan 2020
Breaking glass and crushing stone
Anger’s mask with irritation’s bone
I'll be crass and make insult moan
And bask in that defiant groan.

Curse the world and let it burn
With offense hurled and faces stern
Lips down curled from opined slur
Let flags furl and fill future's urn.

I don’t care for your stupid glare
Or superior air, go back to your lair
And never share that seed with a pair
My mind's a solar flare to your bargain bin brain fair.
Joseph Rice Jan 2020
When it all goes to **** and the skit
Calls for your respite, are you going to be there
For the bare skinned hanging mid-air
By fingers gripping wet wasp stingers
Getting pelted by insult slingers?

Or will you hide from those stones and venom
Let slide the froze-to-bone, not help ‘em

The onlookers lovingly smile as I plummet.
Joseph Rice Jan 2020
There's something missing here.

You see me now
An obelisk
Rising over the barren battlefield of old
A relic of wars past
Or was it that other thing
In which all thing's fair?
Joseph Rice Jan 2020
Who
I’ve always found it easier
To define myself by what I’m not
Because I don't want to be cheesy or
Whatever, so I started smoking ***
And doing things that made my parents queasier
Than if they’d just eaten a bunch of my socks.

But now I don't know who I am
Like, I don't have a defining feature
And it feels like my future is just a sham
Because I’m just an ideology preacher
So pick something and be it, don't be just a **** creature.
Joseph Rice Jan 2020
Skin torn away and muscle fibers frayed
Bones dry rotted and tendons snapped
Relentless digging delivered disaster
But at least I know now
There's nothing special to me
There's nothing special.

So now that I’m broken and alone
Nothing but edge to hone
All that's left is to be the scythe
Unsheathed and bare before barren fields
And I’ll reap what's sown.
Joseph Rice Jan 2020
Close the book and let float the boat.
The sea awaits and its monsters
Well, they won't defeat themselves.

Reach inside, unsheathed that sword
Intellect or heart, creativity and art
Use what you grew for why you grew it.
With that sweet anime hero hair.
Joseph Rice Jan 2020
Like the snow in winter
My fall for you was inevitable.
But now I’m lost
With nowhere to go
And no one to know
So shine your light on my crippled form
Maybe even show me how to live again
Let me free from these bonds of tragedy
Show me how to climb up depression's scree.
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