Taking notes, sitting in the back of the class,
People around me act as pleasant as broken glass.
Marked up notebook full of toxicity,
Aching for the days of childish simplicity.
The kid in the front called the teacher a ****,
And none of these ******* will shut the **** up.
I don't even care, cuz I'm smarter than them,
But once I make my fortune then they start to depend
On me paying my taxes while they sit on there ***** poppin out ******* then preaching to the masses about how they're being oppressed, this place is a mess, I wanna walk into the hood and take two to the chest.
Cuz nobody cares, if they do they don't share, that's why my only goal is getting the hell out of here.
Out of this town, out of this state, off to where the leeches won't steal off my plate.
Somewhere with people that still wanna learn, not content to sit back and watch the world burn.
I'll set it on fire, my burning desire, is to grab everyone of you and tattoo the word liar,
Across your face, so you'll know your place, and you'll understand why people always called you a ******* disgrace.
You take, and you steal, and you bleed us all dry,
But I'm out, I quit, break chains and and un-die.

How did we come to be?
The question that
Puzzles the human race.
Sometimes we forget
That it’s not *where
We have been
That is important,
But who we are going to be.

what does it take
to become a writer?
published words
or beautiful thoughts

i was hoping that if you kissed me enough
in places where i thought i was dead

flowers would grow

but i am not a garden
and my dear,
you are far from a dose of fresh water and sunlight

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your razorblade tongue ran across my forearm
my *******
my thighs
i know it isn't right
but make a mistake enough times
and it no longer feels like one
i am always fine
until i am alone
in my room
thinking about you
and your
quick
cutting
tongue
on my skin

forgive me lord
i have
sinned