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Nerve Nov 2016
I want what I fear
Intimacy and cheer
even with those I'm near
my outside is not clear
I won't let them hear
my emotions, my tears
I glance and I leer
I want what I fear
drugs and beer
off road, won't steer
judgement of a peer
promises my dear
yeah I want what I fear
but my actions don't mirror
I'm mixed into this sphere
I wanna cut and sear
but everybody here I love
above all else so I promised not to hurt myself
When I stopped being so selfish at age 12
that promise I keep and hold deep
my loyalty to everybody
All of these things are mixed in my sea
I'll stray to only the good hopefully
cuz if I want one then I shan't do the others son
who loves without pain to someone who cuts
who can get into drugs with a smile
who can express themselves without judgment hitting tile
place these thoughts to a pile
and pick em out every once in awhile
appreciate life and my lifestyle
cuz there's nothing better than having somebody to dial
and people your willing to die over
I imagine kids, a man, I cooking on the stove and stir
now my neighbors aint abusers but who's here?
my fam and man look weird
shaded, crooked, faded, shooked man and I realize where my head gon and steered
into the future but I falsely peered
I teared while thinking realistically but **** it that's what I really want
tempts aint nothing but a taunt
if I give in then it'll haunt me and put a tint on my people's hearts
so back to the start,
I fear this but I'm young and apart with everything I want this part
without anymore **** to darken my future this fear is what I want and that's real art.
Nerve Oct 2016
I hopped my mental fence
Where all faces look bent
And I too have dents
Where I rid all the drug and cut tempts
I'm here now and I **** up the **** scents
The real sensations are lent
Including the bad that's meant
It's here I keep the tempts, away
So sober I stay
But I want to everyday
So I imagine it and lay
Imagine what I want to do and say
So I dream up things all day
With Koto I get to play
Throughout the entirety of may
But that's as likely as I am to pray
Honestly I can't tell if I'm okay
And I'll never have to pay
So long as I'm strong, nay
So long as I'm in my mind
In between my head time I find
In real life I can stay inline
Bc this is the most I can be kind
To myself, sincerely signed
Nerve.
Daylight 4U2C May 2014
People diein' on the streets.
****** puddles at our feets.

But we could be a family.
We could be a whole.
We could be together.
But no one could be cold.

If we could live on an island,
no hate,
no guns,
no war.
We'd look back and wonder,
what was it all for?

People diein' on the streets.
****** puddles at our feets.

Gangs,
tempts,
nudes,
exempts.

We sit at desk,
eating or eaten.
we laughed at or laughing.
beating or bleedin'.

We know the truth, but call it cruel.
The cruel one is we, the blind fool.

People diein' on the streets
****** puddles at our feets.

Who shot the most guns?
Who then killed them all?
Who didn't mind a casualty?
Who could be responsible?

"Not me!" we cry,
"I'm a good soul."
But even if we declined,
can I be told where they go?
No one WANTS to die. For someone to do it, there will be an opponent. A THREAT.    That's what this poem is about.

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