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Compelling
The swelling of my brain
when the pen hits the paper
And the thoughts start to flow
I get to let go
Of all the hate
I swear i might suffocate
Of the emotions kept inside
It sure would be  a wild ride
to let these people in
would that be a sin
Where should i begin
The beauty of my skin
or
Maybe the things i keep within
Whether you are Riding Shotgun or playing Follow the Leader there is always something in between the seat.
The Dreams you shoved down because you thought you weren't good enough
or the feat that made you rise so high but eventually fell
like you were under the spell
of self hate
made you feel like you didn't deserve to participate

I am here to tell you
let that feeling dissipate
Pull your long lost dreams out of the Abyss
Add it to your to do list
Cause your dream is worth perusing
and your life worth continuing
Pull yourself out from in between the seat
 Feb 2015 jack of spades
Jacob
I have yet
to truly find
a happy poet.
We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
It's worth it though.
i hydroplaned into a head on collision
how did i lose control?
i'm just a passenger
in a vehicle with a mind of its own
time may heal the damage
but never the memory
fate chose my destination
i just wanted to go home.

-S.L.
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