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Bec Aug 2019
You didn’t even bring your bible
All you’re capable of is watching cable
They feed you lies
Eat your burgers
Order your fries
Don't know you’re a cannibal?
A base-less, soulest animal
What more do you want to know?
I’ll show you
How far the rabbit hole goes
Just look at your label
I wear mine
Your is designer
Mine is my design
You never paid the price
Of the words on your jealous noses
You took the name
I chewed it up
I spit it out
In the face of every nameless, faceless stranger I pass by
You sip your coffee
I type promises of love
I taught myself the meaning of the word
I spent all my free-time reading the dictionary of your heart
  Aug 2019 Bec
Sean Hunt
I'll not procrastinate
I'll write today
about the theme
for the next day
I'll get ahead of the game
Idle avoidance
of imminence
makes no sense

While I'm standing here
with pen in hand
and relevance
in the present tense
having a sober mind
it's now decision time
Bec Aug 2019
I’m so glad I stayed in the land of the living
I know it’s just the fact that
I said I wanted to die
But really I just wanted to feel alive
And go outside
I play with my inner child
We have such a good time
It tells me the time is nigh
I need to make a decision today
Or risk losing my mind
I take a chance at everything
I could take in
I take in my fate
You’re a breath of fresh air to those who know what it takes
To do the **** we all hate
And to do it sober
I don’t care
You can call red rover
Tell him he can’t come over
Because you only get one shot
To make your dreams come true
I wish you believed in me
Instead you think I’m crazy
You have no idea what it’s like to live this way
All the **** that you say
That **** doesn’t just go away
Bec Aug 2019
I can’t sleep
Thoughts of you
Fill my mind
Travel down my spine
Bec Aug 2019
Patterns are like chains
I can’t break free
Or at least that’s the way
It seems to me
Bec Aug 2019
I’m a creepy girl
**** the world
I give you a strange feeling
You can’t describe
Is it yours or mine
It’s getting close to my bedtime
Bec Aug 2019
When I got sick, I thought my life was over
I remember picturing myself walking through the woods
Noose in hand; while the doctor was talking
My demons do nothing less than stalk me
Everyone in my life mocks me
They walk on eggshells
Because I have no tale-tell sign of impending explosion
No canary in the mine of my mind
I should hide my face more often when I cry; Because I’m an ugly crier
I love deep fried anything
You hate it when I sing
Cause I’m off-key
But I have a lot to say
just a poem about me
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