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 Nov 2020 Påłpëbŕå
Empire
I think my life is slipping through my fingers
and i just dont care
Be a little different
From all the rest
Don't explain yourself
You're not in a test

We are strange

They don't like you
Well, that's okay
You're not alone
In being this way

We are strange

Be a poet, be a singer
Be who you want to be
Dress in whatever fashion
Express yourself, be free

We are strange

We are all a little strange
With a darkness inside
You don't have to be afraid
You no longer need to hide

You're just like me
We are strange

Copyright Chris Smith #darkpoetsoul 1st November 2020
Please,

                    If
                you
            s e e  m e
          c r y    do n't
          a  s   k    m e
               w h y

don't you get it?

You. Are. The. Reason. I . Want. To . Die.
(inspired by Palpebra)
I treated you like trash
Crumbled you up like a *** of paper
Folded you
And stuffed you in my back pocket
Just in case I needed you for later
Your skin was like paper
My personal sheet
That I wrote on
In pen
And permanent marker
Wrote hate you's in cursive
On your forehead
Stained you with footprints
From when you fell and I stepped on you
Tore you in half
When I was frustrated and mad
Then tapped you back
Left you soggy
Black ink
Dripped from your eyes
When you cried
Doodle on you when I was bored
And you wore the markings with pride
Even when I threw you away
You ended up back in my lap
Like a gust of wind blew you back on my path
I'm ashamed I treated you like crap
And you couldn't tame my attention seeking ways
A poem from 2016 finally seeing the light of day
I turn the last page,
The next is blank.

Blank blank blank blank blank
Blank blank blank blank blank
Blank blank blank blank blank
Blank blank blank blank blank

B L A N K

                                   Blank

So white it's screaming
So empty I’m left reeling

The lack of words
A void so loud
I squint my eyes unseeing.

I don’t think I’m ready yet
I dont think I'll ever be,
It hurts too much to be alone
Is this the price of being free?
 Oct 2020 Påłpëbŕå
Petra
Clean
 Oct 2020 Påłpëbŕå
Petra
Little girl picks up the chalk,
Writes her heart,
Draws her mind,
Cries it all away
Before they can see.
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