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Michael Blonski Jul 2017
Did you ever
sit
try to write
but no matter
the words chosen
they don't feel right?

They mock you
from the page,
erase them in rage,
as they don't say
what you feel
on the
inside

And you're
too proud
to hide behind words
that don't
reflect your
life
Michael Blonski Jul 2017
I'm glad I have suffered
Now,
I can truly feel
Life

Absorb art with
a glance

Recognize true love

And above all else,
there is no longer
fear in my
heart
Michael Blonski Jul 2017
The trees breathe in
and tell me
they too feel alone

They too feel
forgotten,
strangled,
by parasitic
thorns

Used up,
torn,
until they
collapse

Feeling trapped
inching their
way to
the sun
Michael Blonski Jun 2017
Itchy bites
Soggy shoes &
Soggy cloths
Covered in dirt,
ticks,
& thorns
Walking through rain
& the sun's evil rays

Extreme boredom
interruptions of excitement
Love & bitterness
Envy & appreciation
pills to combat the pain,
the sickness,
& a drink of *** to forget
about missing where I belong

Paths into the unknown
& common roads
filled
with uncommon people
birds & monkeys calling,
as we bid farewell to our own;
those who've escaped

With the blending of days
we seek motivation,
determination,
& we find
what we're seeking in our
ability to breath
Michael Blonski Jun 2017
I move upon
the swollen earth
Following contours
until they reach
dull points

Grinning with mischief
sipping on flavors
rooting myself down
by sea side fabrications

Praise the death of
generations
A new day to dance
A new day to find
undiscovered gems

We are ships sailing
Michael Blonski Jun 2017
I wait for radiance
to slowly kick-in
Trying to escape
by bleeding once
again

It's been awhile
since I've felt
deserts warm winds,
soft skin on your neck,
as my essence caves
in

So now, water logged
pages smear and tear
I sing to myself an old
song
for my heart to hear,
cleanse my mind, and
build a kingdom
to reside in
Michael Blonski May 2017
Life was hard
Growing up
No college fund
Bills unpaid
Gas and lights turned off
Frequently
Hard to do algebra
By candle light
Hard to read books
With shivering hands
Two parents
Worked a job a piece
When they were not arguing
They were silent
Misguided and caught
In the clutches of the
American Dream
Now with me
We dared to mention
The truth of reality
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