Send me away
Because you don't like it.
Censor my name
Because you hate
The sight of it.
I know the ways
That make you
A human,
And I've seen
You in your lowest points.
But you cannot
Just clear me away,
Because bad things
Happen everyday.

You cannot deny it
But you can hide it,
But trouble brews
Like an unobserved
Boiling ***:
The more time
That you are away,
The water boils over
Destroying passionate flames.

But that's okay...
You always fix It in the end.
You say you'll improve,
But you do it all again...

And I let you know,
I remind you everyday,
But you turn me off
Because you don't
Want to improve.

I couldn't help but notice,
your staring at me again.

With the look of disgust,
plastered on your face.

A blank look of hatred,
boiling in your eyes.

I just wanted to say thank you,
for showing me your true colors.

Sewer stained,
The street, the pavement an so to
Soak the shoes
Born torment twice and a recurring
Tap upon back;
This slipper, a signature
Succumbed suicide,
Slaughter,
An only sorrow
But lash shared millions,
To tread paths beyond barbed
And a sooner return to my
Land, or its maker –
Wards and shop,
Sweat under, sweat atop
And browed, be the animosity
As I swagger my way through
Haizhu's faceless crowd.

This is the assumption of Arcadia.

Or so she’s said and she’s right
As I witness the
Hunched backs, sea pearls
Stained-bowl rice, bow-legged dreams,
The denizens
And if only to stagger,
Come 12 more hours to shelter,
Simply shelter
And a dread named, “day,” come ‘morrow.
It’s real, as real as the sun’s rising,
As real the sun’s sweating
And as real as the sun’s setting.
So onward they go, meager and dollar
Driven, under whip and promised avarice
So that as guilty as I may be;
I’ll still buy, you will too,
He will too and she will too;
We’ll buy and assume our “Arcadia.”

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                     This mess of me
                                 is boiling
The pressure's building fast.
         This churning, burning,
                        furnace heat—
I know that I won't last.

                 'Cause ev'rything
                          inside of me
It just keeps holding on
                  To all the things
                           hurting me
I know why it feels wrong.

                  I'm stuck inside
                        that easy lie
That says I cannot change
                  And when I cry
                               I realize
This certainly is strange.

            For though I died
                to flesh, I strive
To rectify myself;
               I tried and tried
          and then, surprise:
I needed something else.

                Nothing makes  
                 it past the pain
Except your healing touch.
        And you say, "Wait,
                 My child, wait,
For you will know My love."

Anger is the one emotion the I feel once a day.
Always bubbling over on the back burner
waiting to explode.

Each day it gets closer and closer
slowly making it's way to the surface.
With every comment, with every criticism.
It just slowly makes its way.

Like a predator to the prey,
a volcano ready to burst.
Who will be the victim?
Who will all this anger be laid on?

No one. Only my self. Because I push it down.
With every little burst, it simmers, then the heat dies down
and it's just there. Flat, unmoving, cool to the touch.
Until it starts again.

All these feelings welling up
They made me drink from this cup
The hatred is rising to the top
And this feeling I can't stop
I want to hurt the ****
That did such bad things to me and my loved ones
I want to crunch their bones
And hear their awful moans
I want to bash their heads
I want them to know the dread
I want them to wish they was dead
But I won't let them yet
I want them full of regret
I want to stomp their face in with my boots
Make sure their eyes are nice and loose
And turn their evil brains to juice
And when I'm done you'll find them under the cyprus tree roots
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