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I was thinking of a poem About a girl I saw With a starved face Eyes bulging Teeth protruding A screaming skeleton of despair I saw her and thought I could love you... But that was interrupted By a poem about a new fondness For sleeping pills Numbness I once tried to cry at night But couldn't And I felt like a real ******* for even trying... I walked into the bathroom And threw a few jabs And right hooks Into the mirror I thought I'm 5'7 145 lbs Just like Barrera, Morales, Chavez All the great Mexican fighters I walked out and thought of quotes By Fante, Sartre, something Hemingway said I looked at all the people around me And thought They couldn't quote anybody Jesus Christ! What the hell do THEY think about? It must be terrifying! They don't read They don't scream They don't fight They don't go on drinking binges Where's the scars? Where's the passion? Where's the life? But then I noticed They were all smiling Talking Laughing Walking Together I suddenly felt a massive Heaviness Upon me I noticed it had been there All along Maybe I've been doing it all wrong
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
Your Doing It All Wrong
I was thinking of a poem About a girl I saw With a starved face Eyes bulging Teeth protruding A screaming skeleton of despair I saw her and thought I could love you... But that was interrupted By a poem about a new fondness For sleeping pills Numbness I once tried to cry at night But couldn't And I felt like a real ******* for even trying... I walked into the bathroom And threw a few jabs And right hooks Into the mirror I thought I'm 5'7 145 lbs Just like Barrera, Morales, Chavez All the great Mexican fighters I walked out and thought of quotes By Fante, Sartre, something Hemingway said I looked at all the people around me And thought They couldn't quote anybody Jesus Christ! What the hell do THEY think about? It must be terrifying! They don't read They don't scream They don't fight They don't go on drinking binges Where's the scars? Where's the passion? Where's the life? But then I noticed They were all smiling Talking Laughing Walking Together I suddenly felt a massive Heaviness Upon me I noticed it had been there All along Maybe I've been doing it all wrong
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ray-suarez
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
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