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Sketcher Oct 2018
You want to love, and you want to die,
You think you are above all the lies,
You can perceive with the greatest of eyes,
You know your path and you can't deny,
That your end is nearing, it's close by,
Today you will end it all, so you cry,
You put on a white suit and black tie,
You want to feel something one last time,
You take out a knife and cut deep in your thigh,
******, but ready to go off to school,
Leaving the knife, bringing a gun as your tool,
The scenery changed, and the weather is cool,
The colors all blend and the sounds interlude,
Your vision is blurry and gray like your mood,
You quickly notice that the barrel protrudes,
You hide it better before you are pursued,
By one of those stupid law keeping dudes,
That would destroy your destiny, how rude,
Entering school as an intelligent senior,
Always showing a quiet, somber demeanor,
Looking oddly fancy today, a lot cleaner,
Eyeing down some guys that look a whole lot meaner,
Waiting thirty minutes till' she arrives, you're eager,
To carry out your plan, you are today's grim reaper,
Sitting anxious at a table, a nervous creeper,
Ready to attack janitors or the grounds keeper,
Chattering and a message over the loud speaker,
All sounds blend together, the whispers and the shouts,
Waiting for what seems like ages, you have your doubts,
You think she might just not come to school and you pout,
While other kids show off their Gucci, Supreme clout,
See her walk in and your sweating, but sturdy and stout,
Your stomach is the famine, your mouth is the drought,
You walk up to her to show her what your about,
Thoughts can't be contemplated, and words can't be spout,
So, you press against her lips as you blow your brains out.
Sketcher Oct 2018
Jack and Jill,
Wanted to ****,
Their father's other daughter,
She was brown,
And out of town,
So, they quickly planned her slaughter.

Just the thought,
Of her face brought,
My tears of hate to vapor,
Once she's dead,
I'll feel no dread,
I'll steal her will, that small paper.

I am Jack,
I will attack,
My dumb adopted sister,
In the night,
With my new knife,
Sure, I am considered bitter.

She walks in,
Penetrate skin,
With my sharp brandished weapon,
Blood pours out,
She doesn't shout,
Cause she's already in heaven.

Hid the body,
In the soggy,
Closet underneath the stairs,
People question,
My depression,
For my brown sister, no one cares.
Influenced by the popular nursery rhyme, "Jack and Jill".
Sketcher Oct 2018
It was only a couple months ago,
Nothing could be better,
I met a young lady that you may know,
By the name of Heather.

Was broken before by another man,
Still seemed rather clever,
Instantly, there was no way I could stand,
The beauty of Heather.

I fell for her hard and she drew me in,
My attentions center,
My first time loving the touch of ones skin,
Only thought of Heather.

Over dreadful times she pushed me away,
Less time spent together,
She's soon to be gone and to my dismay,
That's the loss of Heather.

I also have a friend that's quite pervy,
Needs a punch or shake-up,
Easily gets lost amidst a bevy,
Goes by the name of Jacob.

I have another friend that knows my pain,
He knows how she ******* me,
Together we will slowly go insane,
Me and my friend Tui.

I only have one colleague of color,
Might feel my agony,
Go as far as to say he's my brother,
Goes by DeAnthony.

I have another friend that's very strange,
Would've been a farmer,
Back in the day because he's very plain,
My dear old friend Carter.

Another crazy friend that thinks like me,
Life force leaking resin,
Very nice but absolutely crazy,
Hawaiian friend Aeson.

Another friend that is nice and quiet,
She is quite the fella,
On the inside, she seems to be crying,
My good-souled friend, Ella.

I had talked about the one I love more,
Cause love is not friendship,
Even though she is considered a *****,
Love forever endless.

Friendship is selfish, cure your own boredom,
Therefore, it's not like love,
Love wants to make you solve other's problems,
Any problems thereof.
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's, "Annabel Lee"
Sketcher Oct 2018
You gave me a feeling that I can not replicate,
And I can't always see you so I just sit and wait,
As my emotions destroy me and my heart deflates,
Can't see you til we make plans or meet again by fate.
So I will do just that, I will play the waiting game,
Until I can see you and hold you and say your name,
Bad emotions will uprise when you're not in the frame,
Depression, despair, doubt, frustration, guilt, grief, and shame.
Can't wait until I see you again, I love you babe,
Young love is painful, but it's powerful and it's great,
I am all filled with sadness but your presence elates,
Love, it is a lovely, painful, unbearable weight.
Please promise me that you will never go away,
Until your dying breath when we're both old and gray,
Whether this thing we have is rare or it's cliche,
I hope you join me in life, this chaotic play.

— The End —