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Feb 2015
Needed to set back up, go and grab this pen
Have been so quite, this internal riot got me suddenly urging to vent
Describe a foe from a friend?
Please, trust me you can't
Give me a penny for your thoughts and I'll simply give you an advance
To move on forward and no longer try and bother with me
This out lashing anger is just my father in me
But ya don't think harder than me
Or maybe I'm just a tyrant
A monster who's uses metaphors to be morally violent!
Calming down my verbs
Being cautious with my actions
Trying to walk away but temptation flirts with and keeps asking,
Me to stay and push all my stability away
As I fall to the ground, not to be found. Letting my ability wash away
Meaning I've wasted talent. Self proclaiming my gifts
This confidence is self perceived
But trust me I'm as lonely as it gets
The walls reveal my story
The irony of "the writing on the wall"
Explaining all my mistakes, exposing all my flaws...
Yet, I finally spoke to peace
Been waiting on its call
This tranquil state of mind probably only gunna last me to the fall!
Temporary healing, is far more appealing, since the "love" of my life left, I've slowly started disappearing
Into a place of an unknown, the entrance a beauty but kinda dreary
The darkness feeds my soul! Now isn't that hunger kinda scary!?
Feel the demons all staring!
Is that just people's attempts of false caring?
Their animal instincts to **** is scaring and overBEARing!
Poetry on the beat, few words is on acid...hits hitting my mind! This high might create a classic
My past has me laughing
Or maybe it's just the Xanax
Heart racing like the derby
This rush giving me panic!
Hard to dodge all these bad habits,
Fingers tips start to tingle
Maybe I'm on the brink of brilliance?
All while fighting my past trying to show resilience!
Chasing more than just millions
The money is all just abstract
One man can change the world, so I've decided to write this message and place society BACK on my back..

And I won't break this time..

Progression is something that takes some time

but these are thought of a complex man who's simply outta his mind...(echos out)
I'm back!
Dougie Simps
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Dougie Simps  NYC
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