#95 - Hello Poetry

I need to post actual poetry don't I?

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Jun 19, 2019

Jun 19, 2019 at 10:57 AM UTC

gothmetalnerd

Note 95:

I need to post actual poetry don't I?

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Eyes tired, mind exhausted 8-4 or 9-5 Put in the time Count down the days Wake up and repeat

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Apr 9, 2019

Apr 9, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC

Krystleob

9-5

Eyes tired, mind exhausted 8-4 or 9-5 Put in the time Count down the days Wake up and repeat

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The year's '95, And in my mom is me, But not for long, Cause I need some air to breathe. Clawing forth, I burst forth, And **** in my first sweet breath, Biggest baby in the place, **** my head has heft. "It's no matter," they said, On my first day out the gate, "See, there's this thing called fate. It takes freedom from will, And Choice is determined. As for you—baby boy, Fate says you are destined to burn To Curse To Shake, Hate icing your veins," "—And hate has iced my veins," I cut in abrupt, granite-cool. "These pinprick cuts I feel— Open pain lacing my face— Have marked me as martyr, And so my life shall be pain. I’ve been clawing, am clawing, will keep clawing, Never calling out for help, Alone, untold gall, I came out Of that dirt-riddled world, That shit-padded hollow, 21-and under gallows. I paid off the gatekeeper, So no, This body won’t follow. See, I first went to school, I first went to read, Sorting info in body, I knew the life I would lead.

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Sep 18, 2017

Sep 18, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC

seriousU

22 Won't Leave Soon Enough

The year's '95, And in my mom is me, But not for long, Cause I need some air to breathe. Clawing forth, I burst forth, And **** in my first sweet breath, Biggest baby in the place, **** my head has heft. "It's no matter," they said, On my first day out the gate, "See, there's this thing called fate. It takes freedom from will, And Choice is determined. As for you—baby boy, Fate says you are destined to burn To Curse To Shake, Hate icing your veins," "—And hate has iced my veins," I cut in abrupt, granite-cool. "These pinprick cuts I feel— Open pain lacing my face— Have marked me as martyr, And so my life shall be pain. I’ve been clawing, am clawing, will keep clawing, Never calling out for help, Alone, untold gall, I came out Of that dirt-riddled world, That shit-padded hollow, 21-and under gallows. I paid off the gatekeeper, So no, This body won’t follow. See, I first went to school, I first went to read, Sorting info in body, I knew the life I would lead.

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