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I searched inside myself to realize
there is nothing left to find.
A heart of stone and eyes that never cry,
a confused and twisted mind.
My soul is cold and black as starless nights, never meant to shine.

I know i am just a no one born on forsaken lane.
Belonging nowhere except to the house of pain.
There is no peace within me, no compassion i can claim.
A ******* of the world is my bane.
Will someone tell me my name?
I am a man without a name.


I searched inside myself to realize...there's no one left to find.
We can grind our teeth
down to weathered tombstones

together.


Bound by love and sadness,
here we are
the rearguard of the desperate and the anxious -
holding hands
before an ocean
made of all the brakelights in the world.

There's no one I'd rather ignore warnings with
than you.
 Feb 2018 S Smoothie
The Dedpoet
Like a perfect sun
Burned into the fresh reddened
Broiled until the skin
Of the words become
A fierce friction
Of echoes and passing voices

I am on fire....

Alive in the dark
And the light keeps me squinting
Hopefully that the shadow
Will encompass my company.

Take that which is the same,
Hurdled into misunderstood
Constraints and free
The minutes from my
Concepts of momentary heights.

(I tasted her lips, lights out)

I spiral inward,
The inside awakens
And I remembered being
With everyone,
Here alone.
 Feb 2018 S Smoothie
The Noose
Mother I tempered with the forces
I became a villain in the story I've written
Mother remember me chasing pavements
The ardency of the gnaw
The absurdity
Mother remember the box of darkness
The dirt in my fingernails
When the moon fell
And my guts sat heavy on my chest


Mother remember, the sweet sun on our backs before the severing from the cradle you sang to
The wind was a lullaby
Blue stained onto my faculties
Mother impending doom sits
In the pit of my stomach still
Mother don't worry, I quietened the blood
I stitched the hem of the undone
The sunrise in the east breathed life into my body
And those hands
Mother I made a home out of a bruise
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