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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.
Dakota J Dawson Oct 2021
I rot
When left staggered

Lead me
Unto my death

Scarring
Eternal shadow

Disregard thy
Happiness

I still
Crawl

Into you
Hate

For all dark
Is real
Dakota J Dawson Apr 2019
Has
God been here
Before

With Jack
Rocks
Impassable walls

Stains of yellow
Petals
Falling down

Washing down
Acidic joints
Painting
Prettier beginnings

Along
False roads
Gold with
Total fog
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2020
I am unhappy
Most likely depressed
Could be suicidal

Revealing my mind
With whiskey
Cigarettes

Empty knowledge
Corrupted genes
Ingrained endgame

Have I met
My own
Sufficient end
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2019
Dive
From a temple beat high
Ride of your life
New dawn

Coral and sea
Birds
Stingy sun
Bright bulb
With an infinite socket

Summer is here
Forgotten sounds
Heaven with heat
Beads of sweat
Endless ecstasy
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
To a god
I'm forced to beg
Plead along unjust lines

I am evil
Devil incarnate
Becuase of my love

Wanting success
Happiness
Withholding the bad

Borders don't matter
Kneeling a compromise
I hate it

Give it all
To the baker
So you're tasteful

Lies and crimes
Whispered in my ear
Said in unison with alarm

For my acid soul
Foul smelling
To noses seeking a doctor

Hand and arms
Why can't I run?
This is wrong

I am worn
Torn by christ
Respite not mine

Gun
Voodoo chain
Apostasy in equilibrium with pain

The blind will see
He will come
I will burn in time

Harsh words
Unjust sentences
For freedom seekers

I refuse to die
Giving into his' plans
Submitting my soul to a throne

I rebel
Ignorance inhabits belief
Freedom equates to what is the truth
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2019
Feeling blond
Rat in a cage
Bound and gagged
I want you
Only the man
Married but inspired
Hopeless to
Your touch

Why can't it be me
Drunk
Hopeless
In a covenant

The obsession
Too real
Realized

The ground is hollow
Thumping up
For lunch
A date
Dakota J Dawson Nov 2017
Clover and Dover
Cliffs and boulders
I shall fall over

Sober to the pinch
Water pours into my sores
Soul is sold

Lifelessness in sobriety
Awake but not alive
The nightmare has arisen fourfold
Dakota J Dawson Nov 2017
The candles are lit,
Sun is low.
Desire is pitiful
Because as an entity,
It proves to be singular.
This characteristic favors
Only one route.
A path lacking
Mobility and fluidity.
There are no curves
Or bends
Along the extended appendage.

I have fallen
Off this highway,
Looking for
A complex sympathy.
All I found,
in my distress,
was a dismal pain.
It was very simplistic,
Lacking creativity
Or an enchantment of time.

For so long
I suffered
Numerous disappointments.
It is such a trifle,
My complaints,
Always seeming to annoy
Or fall on deaf ears.

For what does it matter
If they don't listen?
Even if they did,
I would still not be able
To conquer my fears
Or vices.
Where to go
And what to do?
I still have no clue.
Dakota J Dawson Dec 2017
Thoughts trickle down
The slanted jaw
Thick and strong

Eyes dim and shallow
Seeking a remembrance
Of yesterday's rain

Lips thin as paper
Chewed in distress
Down to a soft pink inflammation

When did I forget?
Touching and feeling
Even the familiar crime of regret

The song "Mary did you know?"
Becoming a creature comfort
Invoking a religious tether of tension

His love, not mine
The passion alone
Is sacred

I choose
Loneliness
To spite his' light

For life is black
Darker and colder
Than the moon
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
I can't believe it
Five seconds I was sober
Due to Evan

Worst drink
Best friend
Empty vase

Lying to my face
Preaching happy thoughts
Corrupting fables and dreams

Bourbon is fine
William not
Confusion without show

Conclusion too far away
Drifting in a sea
That I can't reach
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
I can't take the photo
Write the song
Draw a portrait

Hunting for grain
In an empty field
No poised goal in mind

Esclipe of the sun
Blinded
Faded into black and gray

Time for renewal
Epic story
Intro to sonnet

Punch
Branded popularity
Abused grime

Story ends without
Groups of people
Just lectures
Dakota J Dawson May 2018
I'm  a dead man
Deceased by crime
Folly

Shame corresponds
With my rather
Complicated mind

My spirits dampened
Spent on *****
Disgrace

No heir
Empty desire
Hateful glare

Waiting for
The spark
A grateful gleam of hope

Run
Embrace ruin
Choices made on a whim

Tired and broken
No high
Simplistic grand opera

An end to all
Up and over
Down and under

Dead and alone
Independent
Forgiven against an empty space
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
He is bald
Plain to my eyes
Sublime in local geniality

The garden he claims
Taimed in distress
Of the coming winter

I fear the tears
Sudden regret
For his' long forgotten trials

Forced to steep so low
Forward but below
Entrenched in sweet tasting anguish

His' body hard and unmotivated
The Sculpture of obsession
Must be completed with stubborn muscle

I seem to torment him
My love becoming
A betrayal of our lust

Battles commence
Volcanic eruptions
Shake the house of ruin

He never seems to trust me
My compassionate actions
Bring forth pork chops

The meal
Is shared
Beside each other

Without Sight
We fight against
White picket fences
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
Oak and pine
Trailmix
Staff

Electric lights
Harsh sounds
Blue

Crystal gaze
Wax figurines
Limp with a twist

Metal and plastic
Compose a score
Mozart baking tragedy

Red begets the black
Summer fun
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Be
A Russian
For one day

Whisper
And paint
Icons

Symbols
In gold
Draped in satin

Beware of hope
It will grip you
Make you into a Mongol

Control your mind
Destroy your abode
Invade the holdfast

Become neat
Organized
Fight to breathe
Sad
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2019
Sad
I am uninspired
Gripped by addiction
Personal Sedition

Reduced to fumes
Fire upon stone
No lone wolf

Only the hollow
Toe with gray-green
Scales
Dakota J Dawson Jan 2018
Christ put me in a tomb
An abode for the soul
Forever cold

I fear the slumber
And a slender plumber
With his wrench and pipe expertise

The hold he may have
Solid grip
And strength

It could corrupt
Break
And maim me

I want to hide
Runaway
Decide

But I am trapped
Lost in the blaze
Of the plumber's gaze
Dakota J Dawson Dec 2017
Dreams are black and sullen
Like the black stallion
Pure beauty

Though it lacks simplification
Relying on my obsession
Killing the temptation

Is Our love true?
My love is false
No one cares

Any shining stars of a beautiful moment
Fade into oblivion and darken
Leaving me high and wet

Where is your hand
Mouth
Taste

*** is all that you are to me in this sphere of time
To not talk nor greet at the given moment
Equals talking to an unknowable god

To you, I amount to nothing
Stallion you are to me
Beauty identified

There is not a time frame for us
No goodbye or a hello
Just another sigh
Dakota J Dawson Apr 2018
Foreign-born
Worn and torn
Belonging to no one

French name
Empty gaze
Plastered face

Blood
Terror and gold
Behold the old

Street
Siren and pain
Holdfast against the night

Temptation will last
No matter the hour
Deliverance a foregone conclusion
Onward my hate
Though loved
Can’t I be

I loathe it
Despise
Glowing eyes

Warmth fading
Unto a cleric
Uncertainty
Fun …
Dakota J Dawson Apr 2018
Dawn's echo
Cloudless day
Full of grace

Birds chirping away
Grills firing away
Cows grazing away
Dakota J Dawson Apr 2018
People never stomach pain
True sharp symphonies of a blade
Leaving the glass half full

Killing the love
Being empty
Bones feeling shattered

Breaking point
Eyes wide open
Pounced on by life

The curtain closes
Doors lock
Drawers stocked

Incomplete to another
Seamless in the light
Begging to die
Dakota J Dawson Oct 2022
Not myself
Footsteps within
The mile

For what
Can a
Mule fight

Against itself
Eat and
Sleep well

Detox thyself
A destination
Unseen forward

All ends
Or perhaps
Me again

I give
Up contact
For all
Old poem, decided not to originally share.
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
The bottle is soft
To touch
Caressing my sorrow

Crows scream
A usual tune
Prudent, but useless

I have to run
Into Rome
Where eagles fly

Caesar across the Tiber
Cicero in *******
Pompey unfound

Liberty is dead
The restless have arisen
Dread seeming to bribe destiny

Sword and stone
Catapult and Trieme
Feelings are fleeting

Houses catch the flame
Blades seer flesh
A list has been made

The weak are dead
Strong circumcised
Demons feed
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Rousseau
I desire
In a heat of summer

Zeno
Disregards
My triumphant return

From wild brush
Sudden wilderness
Harsh temperatures

The north
Or south
Anguished by gold

Needing a solid
Fixation
Condemning love

Validating the truth
Of my delinquency
Letting death overcome life

He was so pretty
The scion
My child...

So pure
Like snow
With the name Napoleon

He was mine
My son
Natural blood

Chelsea
The rose so cold
Living in a spring of chill

Where is the love
We once shared?
It has to be rotting in the ground

All is gone
The money
My *****

I want more
Something substantial
Not hunger

Nor your whining
I hate
And fear the searing leach

That you have become
My bonus from life
Is this

Trouble
An uncontrollable
Falling out

I revise
God's device
Informative drive

I have to run
Baby
To the bay

With torrential rain
Sudden winds
Hateful lies

I have no explanation
Her name is Betty
And contrary

To happy endings
With a tome of reality at ready
I contribute to life

By saying
That...
I hate you
Dakota J Dawson Dec 2017
Loner with the *****
Not satisfied
In distress

He can but pout
After the loss
Of us

I cannot forgive sin
Unfortunate lies
Crippling

His' eyes are my spawn
A morbid creation
To see obtusely

He sideswiped my singular vanity
Forced me into a bloom of blue
I gave it all to him

But a name
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Too much of a fool
Forgotten and misplaced
Troubled until bled

Where is my bed?
The cushion increasing sedation
Upon my relapse

Frail
Almost skeleton
Reminds me of Auschwitz

Though I'm not a Jew
Or a so-called "deviant"
I'm recast

Believing in the brew
Gulping up the stew
Ready, set...implode

Film is shot
Grainy and poor
Full to the brim with fish

Smelly and grimy
Waiting for the director
To bail from comprehensive casting

His retort is strong
Like a solemn wind
Quiet until the storm

I quit
Remember the time
Forced to sing

I hate acting
Forgetting
Contemplating

It is my curse
Unforgotten desire
My Dunkirk of woe

When will it end?
Upon my cross
Submission without *******

Freewill intact
Instinct going into purgatory
Left to wait for the call

I have to run
Hide
Devise an escape

Hollywood calls
Controls
Beckons for my crouch

Billy Wilde is my name
Focused on terror
I fail to be Brando
Thumbs up for everyone who gets the classic movie reference, the series title star being William Powell.
Dakota J Dawson Apr 2018
P.1
The crowd sings a tune
Most dreadful
Malice

It is with steel
Cold retribution
Uneven fire

That he shall die

P.2
Formalities unsecured
Royalty disbanded

Speech said
Hostility silenced
Peace has come

P.3
A hairpiece
Eyes an unnatural shade of blue
Hands reaching for a god

Face unsure
Blade ready
Head severed

P.4
Without God
Tangible mercy
England is set free

Gold to ash
Mind to dirt
Heir to none
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Where is my crutch
Couch
Simplistic comfort?

I'm drunk
And in need
Of sleep

Poor
Battered
And broken

I have stolen
Not shaved
Embraced my domain

For I am sane
In control
And lucid

Where the rats hide
I will find
And purify

They are weak
I am strong
Becoming brutal in remembrance

Though to some
I'm a tool
And they are right
Dakota J Dawson Nov 2017
Down through Buckingham
Atop the trolly named
"Splendor on the Rhine"

Between a sea of ruffled feathers
A caravan that bewilders all in sight
People seek a goblet of truth

All the tricks and games give way
To orphaned eyes that cry
Sending all the pain away
Dakota J Dawson Dec 2020
Regress
Try to strengthen
Find a core

Unsettled by past
Toward future
Unexploited

Pure
Full for life
Alive
Life, hate, love, goals, expectations, hurt, suicide, live, happiness, life, death
Dakota J Dawson Oct 2022
Finding grace
Can be hard
For most

The catalyst
A hopeful
Wayward burden

Once found
No one
Comes back

Adrenaline rushing
Corrupt unkempt
Thorny veins

Lost in
Faded old
Grainy books
Just decided to write, probably just filter content for most though.
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
I want to love
You
In text

Possibly in ***
Not with interest
But a blooming ****

Needing to eat a seed
Contracting the cold
Ending the clutch

Of life
Everlasting
In a haven of oil

Sidelined to be controlled
And subordinate
To ambition

Fur is my harvest
Wool, not grain
Or wheat

Definitely not grain
Or a Nissan
The constant Japanese falsehoods

Toyota is Japanese
But it is true and sound
Without regret

Regarding
And obeying
Its self-check-up

I'm enthralled
By decision
To buy from the dealership
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
Echoes of yesterday
Where do they end?
Upon the elf on the shelf

Santa has passed
Forsaken my abode
The inner being of my soul

He is the sole provider
My decider
Triumphant tyrant of woe

Must he be my foe?
Glowing with reassurance
Of the personification of hate

I'm a good boy
How about a treat?
It has to be just for me

To eat
Forcibly scarf down
My bitter hole

Santa will want
Me to rake
His' yard

But I will refuse
The suddenly offered abuse
From a passing sore of lore
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Just like Kurt Cobain
Tasting Staley
Adjusting to Cornell

A.M. to F.M.
Splendor of unique sound
Hounds bark the tunes

CDs remind me
Creating a systematic
Shock of remorse

Where did the music go?
Under the radar
Abducted by Aliens

Little green men
Maybe women
I don't know

The current status
Of the world
Starts with a capital letter

Trombone an elastic
Centipede going into shock
Resenting divine life

Inhabiting a cult
A signal
To death worship

God's will
His' Answer
Is a sending of intervention angels

Trying to control
Will
Singular beings bent on loving Jove

The sounds
Must die
Along with a mortal melody

I'm aching to hear
Morrison
Pretty old Jim

Where did he go?
Under the ground
Circumcised in Paris

**** this life
Hate continues
To develop ploys

Designed to coax
Me into slumber
Without rifts

I dare not
Oblige
Such a dreadful request

It is ten
A hand hitting the six
And I dread the coming blues

What a horrible
Youtube playlist
Without Fire

Stuck
In an
Angry chair

Needing Layne
Confirming Jerry
Echoing the zeppelin

Angel
From down under
Contracting a disease

Without a cure
An antidote
Begging for hope

Gone upon
Crushing winds
Dooming blows

I remember
Their songs
Could them memories live again?
music song cobain morrison staley cornell memories youtube god paris
Dakota J Dawson Dec 2017
The title reads "Petite Redhead"
Pity it is content
With filth

A record recycling junk
Strums together a jingle
Echoing its own hollow verse

Triggers and pins
Always seem to accompany
The gun

The grip is soft
Side rail cold and beautiful
Like an old bottle of ***

My mind is sporadic
Seeking any conclusion
Requiring nonsense to fill the gap

Deceitful fingers
Lingering
Ready for digging

Her body still warm
Acting as a proxy pillow
The compromise of comfort

White to red
Crimson stains not withheld
A result of the rolling tide

Wrath of blood
Brought to fruition
And supplementation

To feel nothing
Is blissful and pure
Welcoming to heaven

The taker of life
Listening to a Redhead
No realistic sounds beneath
Tonight dine
Around a jewel
Left below

Deaf ears
No understanding
Says a crown

The skeleton
A king
Has risen
Horror, scary
You
You
Left me
Obvious
Not enough

Stark hate
My blood
Cursed

Isn’t it
Enough

Hate is
All that is left

I can’t rhyme
Or reason

I break
Because
Of you

Can’t we
Just drown
In the muck

End this
For me
Some peace
I have a lot going on right now. Being betrayed hurts most.

— The End —