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INSAMITY Feb 2011
Sat in class with a mental block,
Concentration completely gone,
Lost,
Where could it be?
It feels like everything I write will come out wrong,
The lecture I'll receive will take too long,
I long to be at home,
Home alone,
Free to write until the day is done,
Venting out the darkness onto paper,
Then maybe writing another  great poem later,
Then hopefully I'll receive more good feeback,
And get my minds concentration back on track,
I need to break free from this prison,
I will attack and show no mercy,
This is me,
Breaking free.


Sat in class with a mental block,
Sat with the same ****** feeling I have everyday all day long,
I will find a way to break my minds lock,
This demon has been feeding on my pain for far too long,
Just listening to rap so I feel alive inside,
It helps me understand the flow of life,
Writing poetry is my fight to survive,
I wish lifes monsters would crawl away and just die!
Copyright of Fluffy at  Sam Gregory Publishers
INSAMITY Feb 2011
I've started a habit, I ignore the best of advice.
I see the gold but I can't reach out and grab it.
My chances lost, thrown away, life doesn't suffice anymore.
Just shouting at the god that has ****** me!!
**** it!! He strikes me, smites me, I can't fight back and he bites me.
Self belief burned and buried, self esteem shot down and slowly drowned.


The power I crave is unteachable, untouchable, unreachable and unbearable.
I have such foolish ambitions and desires.
Never to have greatness and my helpless soul is on fire.
Duck, drop and roll, send me to the poles to freeze, please!!
Reduced to begging, I'm a disgrace, you better take that ugly grin off your face.
I'll continue to flow It like a poet so that you feel my self loathing.


I turn on the TV and look at the news, It's not good apparently.
The whole world's becoming a zoo, It's so true.
And guess what! The sky's not even blue, It's red!!
No wait; thats just the pain in my head, pain from exaustion, or maybe just hunger.
Life's a mess.
I need to get this crippling weight off my chest, can you help me?


Force the world off my chest, then I'll carry it on my shoulders.
Gonna live like this until my fragmenting fragments are broken.
Copyright of Fluffy on poeticvoice.ning.com and Sam Gregory Publishers

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