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ej Dec 2015
It's where I keep my
Unfinished masterpieces
My polished imperfections
My broken promises

My draftbook is littered
With work and unwork
Like a handyman's abandoned
Toolshed

Forgive me when the books
Flow slowly; it's all I
Can do to stay standing
ej Dec 2015
Set the scene and
I'm so worn down,
Drinking little lies
So I can get by before
The rain hits

I'm sorry I hurt your
Feelings

I'm overheating and
There's no easy escape
ej Dec 2015
Biting my knuckles
I want you to play
That music louder
Please

Muffled French voices
On the radio --
It's all I want to hear

Tears down my face
Catching on my shirt
Hide it with that
Happy beat

What're you on about?
This time I swear it's
Nonsense
I swear that
Nothing's wrong

i can't do this alone
ej Dec 2015
O footprints in newly-fallen snow;
you were set by feet long dead
Long have I wished to meet your
master.
ej Dec 2015
I'm sorry this long winter
Has destroyed you so

I love you.

But if leaving you behind
Means moving on,
Then I'm all for it
ej Dec 2015
***
Karma's a *****,
Martin Shkreli

A man can only
Run from fate for
So long before the
World drags you back
Down to face reality
With the rest of us

On the behalf of the
World's moral side,
I hope you burn in Hell
ej Dec 2015
This is me.

I've taken a myriad of names, yeah,
But I am who I am now and I was who
I was yesterday and tomorrow is a
Mystery we can all wait for

Patience buys the future
And fear is the unknown.

I know how hard it can be to get the two
Confused sometimes but it's okay;
We all do it.

Trapped by this gravity,
Beaten by the wind,
I am well-worn and strong.

Emerging from this heat wave,
I am raw, and when I
Escape the deep freeze, I am
Like a yeti

My height is insurmountable and
My skin is tougher than the Earth's
Mantle magmata;
My eyes are white to reflect every color
Known to man and I will
Live an die unknown in the gale
Like I was always destined to

This is an awakening.

I am a beast of the dark and
He who haunts the study in the
Hours forsaken by God;
I am the name seldom spoke;
I am the fear which dwells deep
Within the wicked

Behold me and my creation and
While leaning back, remember that
This is barely the beginning
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