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B Dec 2012
i remember seeing my mom in the kitchen, my dad never had a switch, just a broken paddle, over my brother's ***, **** was hilarious
i always told my mom i loved her, one time in a car ride i made fun of her, to impress my friends, and see what then
i seen some bad ******* in my life, not cuz they're hot, i'm talkin bout ******* who treat u bad
tell u u aint ****, ur hair looks bad, ur ugly, ur mean, **** u, ur unclean
i never let em get me, never let em see my tears, just let them confront their fears, so i can grow wise beyond my years
B Dec 2012
Don't ever bring a girl home from the bar
Unless you know her don't get head in the car

Because what you don't know is that she just got out
Of rehab, of course, what'd you think I'm talkin about

Not jail, but **** close, she went in for a syringe
Come out the next day and she can't wait to binge

Then she sees you and what's your name? let's head back to your placeā€
Wow it's that easy, maybe I have a nice face
or whatever the reason,
there's gotta be something else that drives this chicks sleezin

Back to my house, out the door the next day
I'm excited at the prospect of a ******* livin five miles away

Three days, two texts, no response, no rendezvous
I wonder what happened, I thought a phone call was due

Came to find out from a friend aint no joke
The girl OD'ed on heroine, after one final smoke

Now she can't move, can't talk or can't type
No wonder she didn't respond to my text the next night

Now I feel guilty, somehow it's my bad
Maybe my **** has magic powers that drove this girl mad

But reality is, there's no need to gripe
It was the right place, and the wrong time, so I let her borrow a pipe
B Dec 2012
your bread is weak, you lack toast
my cheese is sick, lactose
B Dec 2012
some days are like sun rays, in my eyes, some days, i can't see the sun, i shade, get it out of my eyes, the sun's disguise, behind the clouds i envision demise...when the earth collides, and the world explodes, where will i call home, i'll be on my own, in the galaxy a float, looking for another man on a boat, it's just me, out here in the space, nothing else to chase, my dreams are a float, i cannot see home, through the air i roam, and now i finally feel safe. just me in outer space.
B Dec 2012
something about the morning that feels better when u fall
something about the morning makes you feel special in the fall
when leaves fall, and my heart, i'll never talk about the word
i'll just know
what's hapepning, is a beautiful feeling
and something worth
everything
B Dec 2012
There's some dangers to the game, some times you gotta watch out for where you put your ****, cuz some of these ******* out here have death traps. If you hit the walls right, she'll come back the next night, next thing you know you're in a fight. Who is this person? How did we meet again? ****, I feel like I'm six feet under, maybe ten.

In deep, but not losing sleep. Still workin, going to shows, lookin for new **'s. That's the life of a ****, or one that wants to be, if you try to graduate, you'll get closer to degree. And it burns when it's not fun anymore, and you realize you're at square one once more.

And you keep chasing a *****, an imaginary person, someone who isn't worth it. She'll find you. That's the truth. You don't have to look for it, cuz it'll scoop you, like a cyclone.

Take you places you'd never thought you'd go. And then it's all ove.

Never talk to you again, I gotta keep it movin. I got **** to do, no time to worry about two.

Your **** is grimey, triflin, that's the only words I can think of, I want to put a rifle in, your imaginary mouth and blow it, see you later, you're gone, explosion. That's all I think of when I think about that, two chemicals went bad, and now there's combustion. I gotta cool off, see you later, I'm going to another river, I'm going to chase some paper. The finish line is far away, but I'm going to make it, and if anyone else tries to take it, then I know they're just fakin. Goodbye for now for good forever and never, again will I think about that person I wrote about in the beginning of this poem. **** it. I'm out of town.

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