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I just cant seem to slip this funk
I can mask it with some junk, or some friends
Sitting in a haze, in my own minds maze of dubiety
While people laugh around me, I try to laugh too
The smile on my face is to please you, its just not true
To how I am really feeling on the inside
I could explain the feeling as numb
I could explain the feeling as hardened
And the dumb things friends say are instantly pardoned
Because they just want me happy, and hopeful for something more
I just wait for peace of mind, and rest because
This funk continually ends my days, and starts my "mourning's"
Art is beautiful
Fills me with life
Like a relaxing vacay
It takes away my strife
Or adds to it

No one talks about the dark side
Art isn't always pretty
Its a wild beast that has to be tamed
Many have failed
Many are ashamed

Its the poet vs his art
The artist against the craft
A boa constrictor squeezing the life out of you
Only the passionate survive

Its a bad Taylor Swift song
Puts you in a trance
And makes you listen to it even if you don't like it
Yikes.

You'll jump! Hunt! Scream! War!
You'll take it or it'll take you
The artist must craft the craft

You'll be afraid
Don't show it
Take art by the tail
Make it yours

Once this happens
You'll soon realize the beast wasn't there
It was your own fear that held you back
Just a shadow exposed to the light

You are your art
Discover yourself and your art will bloom
Into the craft its meant to be

- Logan D.
First poem on here! Hope you enjoy
you’re my sunday morning
the feeling of sleeping past sunrise
waking up with a smile
you’re my first cup of coffee
when the rooster calls
my only hopes of getting through the day
you’re my lemonade
on a scorching august day
ice clinking in the glass with each refreshing drink
you give me a reason to believe that
even though “people always leave”
some are always meant to stay
april 24, 2018 (12:17 AM)
you can close your eyes
and somehow still see light
you can plug your ears
and still hear muffled sounds
I can still shut my door
and hear voices
and voices
and voices
that I won't forget
I won't forget
the words that came flying through
the cracks in my door
I won't forget
the letters bound together that made up words
I never wanted to hear
I won't forget
the same letters bouncing around my head
hearing the same words
over
and over
and over
I won't forget
march 30, 2017 (11:02 PM)
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

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