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Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
A white porcelain
Porcupine

Sits atop
The stool

Beside a resting
Toilet and silent sink

Drains are clogged
Must be the fog

Airing up
Inside the room

Thick and heavy
Full of cream

Like a hot
French Pastry

Soap melts
Into a fine cappuccino

Skin is soft
Not smooth

Rugged
Tired of the water's touch

Lips separated
Leaking drool

An earlier soft drink
Makes its appearance

Sake makes my soul
Gold and sublime

A snowball I received
To the face

Magical cocktail
Island tragedy

In Paris
Couped up

Stuck in a bathroom
Head bobbing

Up
And Down

Swaying
Side to side

Direction unchosen
Ears sweetened

By a tranquil
Heavenly sound

A song
Heartfelt poem

Layne's voice
Shouting from the void

Guitar strings
Beats of a drum

Native quotas
Unremembered

Just peace
No hate

Possible gain
***** to be given

Snowflakes
Fall upon my brow

Hissing in the heat
Chilling a man-made sea

Fingers tingle
Fabricating a jingle

Eyes swell
Blochted art on the walls

Feet numb
Deciding to stick around

Like a sore gum
Withered with gin

My armor
Solid arms

Continue to fall
Down with my divinity

I am Lucifer
Shining meteor of false hope

Chest heaves
I begin to grieve

Hope for a dawn
Pray to hear a new song

But here he comes
I am bleeding

Shaken by the storm
Overcome

Laughter
And crying

This means
I am dying

But,
Is the time right?
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
2018 is bad
An artist with a silly hat
Ugly fur coat
Solemn face
Hurting and burnt

2018 our fate
Violence is now hollow
Birds still sing
Same songs and melodies
But different strings

2018 my hair
Blond now
Left dry and weak
From the drink
Making me stink

2018 I hate
Individual in despair
Needing some air
A blank slate of the mind
Creativity without care

2018 is clear
Loud as an ocean
Rushing toward land
Crushing against solid realism
Forgetting to dream
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
I'm alone
Compute feelings
Issue believe

Program the subconscious
Command action and entry
Rinse, repeat

Qwerty is my name
Hurt the game
Spell love
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
Lust after
My Phone
Patriot

He is called
App name
Monochrome in
His' portrait orientation

It can be
What I choose
Demand
Force into reality
***** foregone conclusions
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Clouds of ****
Rain an eerie reminder
That I crave a passion

Though I reside
In an emotion
that solidifies

It causes me
to regret
and run

Hindering my performance
Flaky to the core
Refusing inspiration
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
I can't believe
In Jesus
Or Judah

I'm not Jewish
A Hindu
Nor Christian

Christ has forsaken believe
For room 208
Has not been found

I'm tethered to the bed
Lampshade illuminating my face
A crusty ceiling aligns the walls

Doors are locked
Bathroom unchecked
Windows unhinged

Death a possibility
Or is it suicide?
I don't remember

I need love
Literature
To free me

From yearning
Succumbing
To music

Of the hollow
O'Brians grove
Shade of pain

From the triangular window, I see
Against my agony
That I'm clean
Dakota J Dawson Jan 2018
The beast mortified inside
Breast aflame about to burn
Inside he dies

Where the black flower
Blooms into anew
He will seek respite

For past sins
Old grievances
Poured into a summer blue

His *** meaningless
Spite cracks the whip
Plurality the dinner knife

Sanitation foresaw
Without the forceps
Boarding on a foregone conclusion

The spring mattress
Made broken
No time for resale

His' cage, not a solitude
Words obtuse and unabused
Love is his knight

Shining and gleaming
Scornful without hate
Shameful but sane

His burden
The heart
Colliding with the bar
Dakota J Dawson Sep 2019
You are here
Hope into love

I'm not ready
For you

Torn
Corrupted

Dreams eclipsed
With unreasonable detergent

Shot down provisions
Unequal complications

How come
You're in my life?
Dakota J Dawson Dec 2017
Pop music and Alaskan ice
Whiskey is cool and I'm blue
So too are the bloodied few

Smoke rises and inspires
Creation spirals into anew
Sending geysers ski high

Letting go the rigers of life
A summon of ice
Falling of snow flakes

Seasonal prices are here
Signs gripping onto holsters
Finding *** and coal

Air stale
Quietly rancid
Unholy desperation of breath

Job is old
Feeble are the bones
Lost is the soul
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2019
Don't waste youth
Find beauty
Hardship
And sacrifice

Release your potential
Be kind
Draw breath
Forget the moments

Live for the future
End the writing
Self loathing
Bland aspirations

Divide emotions
And run
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
I hate god
He devises strategies to invade
His' home and haven

Weakness being the sole characteristic of son
Constant is the spirit
Strengthening his' decedent onslaught

I cannot win
The Kingdom has come
Without any rain

Holding a crown of stone
Encased in gold
Lined with silver

I have no choice
But to worship
The tyrant who controls bold seduction
Dakota J Dawson Aug 2020
Honesty
Options don’t exist
Past is future
Exploits the same
Hellhole of escape
Death for me
Is real
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Lie to me
Tell me a sweet song
And sweep me beneath

You are gone
Along the wings of birds
Upon halos of sirens

Banshees scream
No ice cream
Still burning here alone

I don't believe you loved
Touch uninhibited
Love withheld

But why do I cry?
You betrayed
And stylized vice
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
I left a note
Badly written
Couldn't read it myself
Guess I am wrong

You belong
To a husband
Who can love
Not the corpse

I see fit
To leave
Now
Perfect

Nothings right
Everyone is a rogue
Empty
Soulless and unkempt

Next city over
Should do
I can't see
But feel

My aching bones
Heart pounding
Attacks inducing a coma
Stroke after stroke

Suicide would be preferable
To this existence
Poor
Broke

I taste wine
Smell roses
Still, he draws near
William

I gave in
Touch and taste
Feel and rhythm
Musical accomplishment

Twisted my tongue
A hindered depth of divinity
God without spirit
Human all the same
Dakota J Dawson Jan 2018
Smile with a touch
Growl an innate hunger
Climb the pillar

To see
At the cropped top
Lies the crown

Thorny and sublime
Creation bows
Zeus sings

Cries of Osiris
Echo his name
Pulling away the enchantment

Veils tear
Truth gleaming fourth
Constricted scrawls on papyrus

He is here
Setting us free
Throwing down shackles

The sun has risen
Nero has sung
Peter languishes in torment

First a laugh
Another kiss
A second betrayal

True to the construct
Doom is here
Armageddon begins
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
Led into bed
Whats the beef?
I need to take a leak

I don't want
You
Cushioned sheets

Fantasy and anticipation
Leaving you
Would be sane

Romanced into
****** depravity
I am drowning

Toward sleep
Unsure about
Tommorrow

Never can be
Loved beside a pool
Champagne

French pastries
Morning breeze
Leaning toward my Jeep

Forcing my hand
For a getaway drive
In the mountainous haven

Mulch
Clay
Pine stained air

Here I am
There you stand
Am I glad?
Dakota J Dawson Jan 2018
I'm contained by gin
Soulful and true
Insane but blue

Crimson stains
Withered sheets of satin
Coinciding in my mind

Edinburgh rides high
London below
Call the trolly

Games commence
Justifying my religion
Anticipated revolt

But I sing
And gleam
In Winter's dawn

I love him
Need
And want

Colliding with my palms
Under a prayer of psalms
Ending pitfalls of ***
Dakota J Dawson Jan 2018
By the way
To all the cryptic beings
Find a place in my heart

Away from the public
Toward the evening dawn
Bordering the bright blue sea

There you will find grain
Possibly wet sand
Coconuts by the dozen

Enough pleasure
Just the right amount
For a hairy beast

Sadly, it is all lies
A hairy beast
Coconuts in the sea

This poem means nothing
Really that's the point
It really is cynical
Dakota J Dawson Jan 2021
Hurt me
Replicate our love
Learn to hate

Unlike the horizon
Bright and shining
It’s hell

Straight shot
Into the belly
Pain and gain

For whom
Me or you?

Love is dead
Love, dead, hate, heart, separate, breakup, hope, defeat, destroy, pain
Dakota J Dawson Jan 2018
Can I pry
The gates open
And abstain

I want to be free
Maybe gay
Not sane

I can't configure
The shapes
In my mind

So am I gay?
I love a man
Desire a woman

Contained
And afraid
Of my choices

Nature and pawn
Or creation
And spawn

He sings
She cries
I can only sigh

The walls collide
I crumble
Air unpurified

It will take a while
Maybe a retry
But why?

I'm not a woman
Nor a man
Just a guy

Without time
No crime
Inside

Lust is dust
Plans turn to rust
Turning out to be a bust
Dakota J Dawson Dec 2017
Slow ride into the black pond
Soot and root echo ruin
Slinging forth pain

She has gone away with the withering dawn
Stopping her silent withdraw
******* fruit with Dawson

Reaping hay in the October harvest
Rings form in her irises
Roles are switched

Rudely drawn wings spring out
Reminding the angels
Rewarding belief

Dunes of gold build up along the ridges
Dried lips soften and rehydrate
Dropping lifeless skin

Divine curvatures are left exposed
Driven off the warm host
Dying in a lonely place
Dakota J Dawson Jan 2018
****-headed blue truth
Ridiculous rhythm
Obvious amateur at the wheel

Too many drinks
Lots of people
No comfort

Tons of slow feverish drama
Aches and pains
Stopping my mind

BBC has a new article
Football is over
Bar is closing

Where is my soul?
Down in the empty bottle
Away from my grasp

It pains me
To say goodbye
Another year has gone

But its all the same
The kick to the head
Gun pointed at the temple
Dakota J Dawson Jan 2021
I’m killing myself
Own muse
Substance

Hell in mind
Captivity in
Circumstance

Drunkard
What other word
Beyond thought

Blame into
Me

Time
To let go

And die

Though really?
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2021
Father, it’s gone
Glad
I am not

Forgive me
Not
Your son

Demon
And beggar
Lost

Bonds
No meaning
Without

Longing
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
Unwanted
Song
I hate

Can't eat
Sing
Plead for a ring

Better sounds
Vibrations
Earthquake

Please!
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
I want a call
For my name
Outloud

An Alabama wedding
I love her
I mean him

Derision
Decison unto my simplicity
Deranged

Mad
Glad
With a bag

Wrap it
Around her
Sunny head

Where is he?
I am sad
Needy

Cry
Beg
Constant pain

Undecided
Toward contract
Ultimate commitment
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Forget my
Ill love
Interest
Boring message

Eating crumpets
Under
A falling of stars

Son
Run from
The fork

And sign
My plastered
Image

It is
Revolting
To the eye

Maybe the sight
I cannot deceive
Pretends to be lost

Family
With weight
Has fallen
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2019
I can't have the passion
It's just lust
Envy
Empty persona

Hint of malice
Illness
Uncurable

Messages don't reach
Responses zero
Hollow existence

Just self-love
Remains
Continuing
To wither
Where are you
That I’m lost
For you’re found

Eternal soul
Undercover
A salt bed

Can’t fit
Won’t regard
Refuse contact

I don’t
Become you
Instead hate

In my
Regard the
Ominous regret

Does it
Even matter
Any more
Dakota J Dawson Aug 2019
Prepped
Shaved and clean
Feeling Shiva tonight
End of the world

Knowing fate
Intro to Outro
Fateful fornication
With a light

The wait is over
Floor cracked
Drinks have gone
Astray
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2019
Guns for fun
No escape
Blazing fire
A bath and body
Of blood

Hear her scream
Watch him fall
Drink in hand
Cigarettes
Smoke residue

Text help
Hit the locked door
Break glass
Trapped inside
Free from life
Dakota J Dawson Jan 2021
I fell
Into a
Nice spot

Happy
Creative
Sublime

Whiskey
Free
Drink, alcohol, love, happiness, bored, lonely, lost, broken, emotional, hope
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2019
Techno beat
Ecstasy
Negligible happiness

Mind free
Curves
Circles within a frame

Crashing
Bashing stools
Ranch and fries

Appearance
Corn starched face
Blank expression

Back to Jack
Melted ice
Painful decadence
Dakota J Dawson Nov 2021
Given in
No more
False

To think
I'm redeemed
A fault

Forgivness is
Laced unto
Selfish pity
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
I
..am vain

I am sad
I drink
I am...


Feeling
Anguish
Regret...

Or pity
...
Insanity

....
Increase
In

....
Adrenaline
.....

Light­s
Fade.....

Into
Vacant
Dust......
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
I see the emptiness
Of my Design

Can't count
My fingers

Best time
Is now

Near a
Clear river

Old broken
Italian wine

Must be
From Tuscany

Couldn't be
From France

If so
I cry

Dependent upon
Suicidal premonition

Breathe to
Gain flow

Jaded lyrics
Hating personality

Drunk in
Hedonistic wine
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Forward the message
Letter to selfish plots
Caught between plight

It just might
Have a name
That is unfounded

"But what is it?"
All the Cupids'
Will ask

Just love
Contamination
Feeling under a dreadful sun

Waiting for
The dome who is
Wanting a soul

In Paris
Upon a boulevard
With the name of a saint

I discover
That toward an atmosphere of passion
You might have almost had me

But
You must
Understand Ulysses

That I tried
Toward your
Solemn town

Ground of rot
In ruin
A dreadful valley

Hoping for god
Aching in pain
Celebrating gain

Where is the sanity?
Here is your home
Is there no guilt?

Many questions
Laced with diamonds
Donny's dreams

Not mine
I sight a sponge
Without a name

So leave
Condemnation
And descent
pain hate love lost guilt selfish cupid message paris valley
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
I love the lassy
Her name a reminder
Contribution to my youth

She speaks
French so elegantly
Must be my bride

Whiskey to the top
Bear upon Scottish glasses
I find her in poetry

Made by Latin men
The Italian romantics
Gin way off on the horizon

I desire not
To waste away
But I desire a high

Drugs do me not
They are solemn
Without true cause

Give me the golden brew
Mash without hash
A pack with the Devil

Upon route six hundred and sixty-six
Where the grass is dry
Animals eat the rye

Hoping for Gaul
Hating Caesar
Hypocrite of old

Neither Roman
Irish
Or English

But French
Possibly Americano
Spanish in decent

Hot and tame
Without blame
And hate

Going into
Fine literature
Desperate for a land of growth

This must be the old novel
Written by a drunken American
Of old colonial Williamsburg

Indebted to Wickens' Street
Hating London
Eating my bread and butter
irish drunk scottish english american ireland roman devil 8hash whiskey
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
Am I that easy?
12:22, he doesn't respond
Trial is ongoing

Lonely
And cold
Hush my tongue

Before I strangle
Constrict the story
To my own ends

I believe in results
Goals and dreams
An endgame

Why can't life
Favor me?
I lose all before the game

The jester hinders
Hopeful gain
Splendid retorts

Speechless
Covered in leeches
Bread and butter

Honey and wheat
Seed and rye
Resides in sandbags

A base without sound
Solid land
Isolated island

Flush away
Hide the burn
Feel a stinging gig
Dakota J Dawson Dec 2020
I break on my own

Love bequeaths
Lame opinions
Beyond my personality

Conqueror
Not to be
Boring games

Hurting in light
Left to hate
In heat of a moment

Solve my dilemma
Destroy me
Let me die
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
I want to drink
Until the end
Of forgotten time

Let there be
A funeral fire
Withhold the time capsule

Rustic sounds
Should accompany
Alternating live music

Wood is warping
Bathroom darkening
It all stinks

Reeking of vanilla musk
Some savage old lady
Must have been here

I continue to drink
Without expiration
Giving into temptation

Wine contains a nutty
Whimsical flavor
Reminiscent of cashews

Salted just right
Stored on time
Purity in taste

Test has been passed
No more whims
Just explanations

For why I drink
Trying to write
Avoiding sobriety

Wanting ***
Confusion of the soul
Fusion for sanity

Sunday spreads
Wicked wings
Evil erosions

Condemning my being
Into ice
Deafening to my eyes

Plastering the pole
But in suspense
Avoiding the crowd

Can I possibly contend,
with a biscuit?
Perhaps not
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
I'm overcome by lust
A sophistication of the soul
Mind bent in two

Where I try
He betrays
Leaving kisses of sin

The Garden of Eden is open
Left alone without regard
Not a regret echoed in time

When will he come?
My knight of splendor
Germanic and full of crystallized juice

Reality makes him a Spaniard
To whom my life is bequeathed
Under the sun for all to see

My dream of an Arminius is unrealized
Traded for an exotic intoxication
Ready is the introduction of grieve

But still, I love
The lips
Constant touch of angelic purity

Forgiveness is the actor's end
Truce to end entry into the heart
Producing gratification of natural optimism
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Drown and bask in the sunlight
Forward unto God
He is sinful

Made for the weak man
He is a cancer
Disgusting scorn of prudent woe

Always showing up
Like "BurgerKing"
Uninvited, not liked

Boring and yet sublime
Where does the confusion end?
Does it include a "Happy Meal"

Pop culture is tiresome
Tripping and stepping into territory
That is unknown, yet still familiar

Why can't it end?
The division and condemnation
Condensed to pitiful morality

Each case moronic
In design and fashion
Seeking an identity

Plotting to overthrow
The status quo
Implanting the negative flow

Stereo is doomed
Electronic in psychology
Dead to the depth
Dakota J Dawson Dec 2020
I drown
Intoxicated
Inside my sea

Crushing waves
Tsunami triggered
Withered morning
Dakota J Dawson Jan 2021
***** atmosphere
Lame excuses
Long forgotten

Is it so?

That
I am weak
Broken

Burning
Helpful

Why
Do I
Weep?
Dakota J Dawson Jan 2018
Cultivating jealousy next to a gay man
Not for everyone
But just right for some

Tons of gossip
Lots of lip
Twisting of tongues

I the square of reality
Phone in hand
Stella at the ready

Fitness girl texted me
Says she is sick
Possibly dying

I don't care
She is number three
Or four

I offer a drink
Celebratory waffles
But to no avail

Church was given
I needed the sin
And received a gun

It had my name on it
With a wet rose
The color solid gold

The texture was cheap
Made in China
Sold to a sucker

I sit spinning and wondering
A question is asked
Does 2018 seem like a refresher?

My reply
In a solemn voice, wicked glance
Hell no
Dakota J Dawson Jan 2018
My mound is wet
Probably due to the weather
Lots of rain

It hurts to be a gopher
Small and furry
Yet sublime

The combo of cuteness and evil
Is damning
Leads to bleeding

Getting stuck in L.A. tubs
Fleeing from Sheba the cat
Fighting for grannies' vegetables

There is nothing here
No noteworthy existence
Just all the disturbances
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
Hitting the vase
Emptying my angst

Monster
Unsolicited stranger

Alone
Not brave

Coward
Individual

Fallen
Broken

I am better
Than this

I compare
The situation

To my past
Errands of old

Trusting my instinct
Breeding

I decide to
Runaway

I admittedly
Contemplate

Evil and vile
Thought or emotions

Suicide
Purgatory

Awaiting
God's descent

With Abel
Hating Cain

Fall with me
Loving gypsy gold
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
I want you
to lust
after me

I believe
in being
vile and rude

Try to
understand my language
of impure thoughts

Condemned to afterlife
without relieve
from woe

Where is
my foe
of bout and confrontation?

I must be
left alone
with suspicious ideals

That border
on
the extreme

Of my consciousness
borrowing into my mind
destroying my being

Preventing relief
to the
depths of Hades

I'm not an angel
nor a worn object of time
but the untamable beast fighting love
Dakota J Dawson Sep 2020
A day
Licks and panting
Happiness

Promised to care
Loving devotion
Long walks

Uprooted
Disorder
Psychodrama personified

Fear and abuse
Past never ending
Calling from deathly voids

Keeping you was
Impossible
Solutions

Gone along thoughts
False ideals
Idiotic passions

To end the past
Safeguard the future
You ended

With a bang

What have I done?
Wrote this after I had to put down my newly adopted dog. He had too many psychological issues that included abuse from his previous owners. His misery became mine after I had to do what I did. This has killed me inside.
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