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 Apr 2014
MaryJane Doe
I'm the prophet in my life
Nothing in my wallet
The only paper that I make
Holds the words of my sonnet
Nothing left but sense
Just the change in my pocket
Safe near my heart
Without a way to lock it
My style is poor
So who's gonna rob it
Yea my style is poor
But I'm gonna rock it
Cuz these words
Are all I own

When I can't buy what I want
I learn to live
With what I've got
Cuz happiness
Just can't be bought
It must be found
It must be sought
When I can't buy what I need
I learn I need the change
That's in my pocket
Change is all I need

I don't buy things on credit
I won't make that promise
My truth is my proof
I'm just trying to be honest
Flying high on life
Blazing tales like comets
You'll never be low
When life has you high on it
My style is poor
But I'm gonna rocket
Cuz the sky is where I fly

When I can't buy what I want
I learn to live
With what I've got
Cuz happiness
Just can't be bought
It must be found
It must be sought
When I can't buy what I need
I learn I need the change
That's in my pocket
Change is all I need
 Apr 2014
MaryJane Doe
When lightning strikes sand
No longer is it able
To slip the thine hand
 Apr 2014
MaryJane Doe
She thinks she can change him
Re arrange & re engage him
Bring him back to life
She's screaming for a scalpal
She needs a knife!

She's loosing him fast
As the monitors hum
But she wont let him pass
His lifes not yet done

The line hums flat
But shes ready to operate
From where she sat
It was never too late

She thinks she can change him
Re arrange & re engage him
Bring him back to life
Shes screaming for a scalpal
She Needs a knife!
 Apr 2014
MaryJane Doe
Hail to thee
  Thy restless
    Queen
       Shant let
Her subjects
      Down
For these things
    She has seen
   She bare
      Thy heavy
    Crown

In our black
& white battle
  A pawn
Took her rook
   As she leapt
Into saddle
Sworn to behead
   All pawns & crooks

She rules by her rules
  As she captures the knight
        Jesters and fools
   Shant distract her tonight

For thy queen
   Shant find sleep
In this kingdom
    Of hate
  Her word
     She shall keep
She will have her
  Check Mate
 Apr 2014
MaryJane Doe
She jotted the moment
Capturing it in essence
   And he watched
As she scribbled
  Short life lessons
She wanted to remember
The hunger in his eyes
  As her pen jotted on
       It could tell no lies
  She wrote the word lonely
           In a silent cry
   This man was no poet
Left only to question
        Why?
 Apr 2014
MaryJane Doe
They say
Only father time can tell
But I never hear him speak
So I listen to mother nature
For the answers
That I seek
Instinct
Woven
Into my jeans
The fabric of life
Those itty bitty things
Just strings
A theory
Connecting the dots
As I search for the answers
Amongst forget me not 's
 Apr 2014
MaryJane Doe
Penny for your thought?
I know it's not much
But it's all I got

The air is heavy and hot
I need your touch
Too much... I can not

Are you the man I sought
I have a hunch
But it's all I got

Wants forever fought
I need you a bunch
To much... I can not

These feelings will surely rot
Becoming my much
But it's all I got

Your secrets can't be bought
Price tag reads zilch
Too much... I can not
Sorry to put you on the spot
 Apr 2014
MaryJane Doe
In her poetic attraction
She found satisfaction
And the man in her bed
Was not the man in her head
He would never share the beauty
She held in her mind
As she watched him sleep
Knowing full well
He was blind
But a poets mind
Is hard to find
And loneliness
Is none too kind
So she swallowes her pride
Lying ,
With the man in her bed
While drifting off
To the one in her head
 Apr 2014
MaryJane Doe
You spoke
Threw malt      
Flavored lips
       Your hands
   On my hips
With *****  
      Finger tips                
               And the lies  
           In your lines  
       I had heard
        Many times      
              Only
                      Ever
                          After
                      One  
                           Two  
                      Many
                           Sips

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