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#defective
An unforeseen spiritual derecho hit me recently/ I hunkered down in a world class storm shelter/ but the shelter proved shoddy and substandard and shifted off its solid foundation and fell apart/ I was then blown away!
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Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 9:07 AM UTC
Derecho
I can't trust my mind or my heart like you can't trust a post laxative **** Seems like they've both been plotting against me from the start, planning to steal this soulful art Like they know when it comes to the afterlife, reincarnation plays a big part And with the knowledge and comfort of that truth they're ready to scrap me now like bad art A defective throw away product that seems to have been bought at a dollar general corner mart Then pushed around in a stolen grocery cart till interest fades and goes dark I have to find the right end with no place to start, close my eyes and toss a dart Then keep the blindfold on and let you tell me the score, not smart Last time I trusted either of you ya fed me the equivalent of a week old shart Through a feeding tube that I didn't need according to my hospital chart Neglecting real issues when there's endorphins to bogart, losing my mind, watching my soul depart I've lost and broken the both of you yet you still torment me, not even phased by my rampart I never stood a chance, oblivious to the warning siren like Mozart, silent as I'm pulled apart No one will think back on me but if they do I'll just be seen as another failed upstart ©2020
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Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
~•§•~ Betrayed ~•§•~
Writhing in this reality, we cry, retching From fumes that pervade society; The clear skies that had been, mutating Into an inferno that bleeds tragedy As we lay in a sinking world of deceit.
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC
If the world was defective
Your rhymes were a bin bag thrown in the trash, couldn't even write a sentence, dyslexia of meaning and ****** up sentences that weren't even spelt write. Couldn't even spin a line, as it was meant to be straight but your words were more wavy than a bad perm. There isn't room for a failed wanna be, alone in your room ************ hard, But your more empty than the raisin ***** your trying to spit out of... Non consequential wording that doesn't flow down stream, more like your floating bloated breath releasing putrid gas that stinks more than what they were belching out. I never insult the cadavers of dead lines, but your words were buried even before you opened that hurse of dead beats. a handful of rhymes that were more powerful than your buried career, sorry you were a foot in the grave even before you opened your mouth. Song I wrote after I used your girl.. I wasn't the one she wanted it was you, but I gave her what she wanted and that never included you.. Every thing you wanted I stole, and gave her fake wishes that were tarnished but she never looked beyond the moment seeing the stitching of us was more fake than the smiles I gave her. I knew she wanted to be with you, but I was the salesman of woman.. While you were the boy next door, I was the salesmen showing her fake dreams.. Don't worry you can have her after I've used her enough, I'll even trade her in for a good price.. Ye, she'll be broken.. But everything is always defective after I've rode it enough... Her crown maybe cracked, but she'll be yours even though she'll be thinking of me even though your in her, I'm the length she'll remember but she'll be your crack queen. Now this is enough of wording. and I'm moving on to the next one.
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
You Never Worded Anything Right..
Your rhymes were a bin bag thrown in the trash, couldn't even write a sentence, dyslexia of meaning and ****** up sentences that weren't even spelt write. Couldn't even spin a line, as it was meant to be straight but your words were more wavy than a bad perm. There isn't room for a failed wanna be, alone in your room ************ hard, But your more empty than the raisin ***** your trying to spit out of... Non consequential wording that doesn't flow down stream, more like your floating bloated breath releasing putrid gas that stinks more than what they were belching out. I never insult the cadavers of dead lines, but your words were buried even before you opened that hurse of dead beats. a handful of rhymes that were more powerful than your buried career, sorry you were a foot in the grave even before you opened your mouth. Song I wrote after I used your girl.. I wasn't the one she wanted it was you, but I gave her what she wanted and that never included you.. Every thing you wanted I stole, and gave her fake wishes that were tarnished but she never looked beyond the moment seeing the stitching of us was more fake than the smiles I gave her. I knew she wanted to be with you, but I was the salesman of woman.. While you were the boy next door, I was the salesmen showing her fake dreams.. Don't worry you can have her after I've used her enough, I'll even trade her in for a good price.. Ye, she'll be broken.. But everything is always defective after I've rode it enough... Her crown maybe cracked, but she'll be yours even though she'll be thinking of me even though your in her, I'm the length she'll remember but she'll be your crack queen. Now this is enough of wording. and I'm moving on to the next one.
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Oft have I paused to think upon faith and what makes it strong. The faith to be wise and to know right from wrong. No not the faith that gives rise for Gods to be born. But the strength and belief to fight when I am most torn. I speak of the faith to believe of who I might be. The faith to know with conviction its enough to be me. A faith to be sure and a faith with no doubt. No mumbles in meekness but a voice raised in shout. So long since my faith was so raised up on high. So little belief now that there is nought else but to cry. What can be done to restore faith that is now lost. With each thought and contemplation at additional cost. So low now on faith... did I ever really believe? Perhaps all along... not faith... but only... self deceive? How can I live a life where all belief of self has faded away. To what point, without my own faith, to greet the next day.
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 1:47 AM UTC
Lost Faith
I am defective but I am striving to improve my self into my ideal self. I am flawed but I am striving to correct my self into my ideal self. I am unhappy but I am striving to improve my self into optimal joy and happiness.
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
Flawed Self?
It’s like, A glitch in the system _error. Something stopped working. Fix it, Reload the data Delete the inconvenience. Everything’s brand new, No viruses, No defects. Flaws? None. The infected files are gone. Time passes time. Broken, fixed Broken, fixed _null. Dead. There’s nothing left. Back to throwing it out And getting a new one. Replace, replace, replaced.
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
_poem.
I don't know If I could ever Make you understand But I can paint a picture clearly My parents The doctors All made a desperate attempt To save my right eye Only 6 years old And I was already Doomed to go blind I was not dyslexic But I wrote backwards I could see Out of my eye But I had to accept at a young age That I would never see Perfectly Later on I realized I will never accept Going blind In my right eye My sight fades As my vision deteriorates With each passing day Sometimes I can't feel my eye I have to hold out an arm As to avoid running into things It's so embarrassing When I was Young Kids made fun of me Because I wore an eyepatch It was like a bandaid At night My mom would tear it off And I would cry myself to sleep In pain Because my skin came off with it And my nerves were on fire The doctors said I'm too old now I will never see out of that eye Ever again I couldn't help But fight the tears This diagnose felt terminal After all the hard years I still can not accept That I will never see again Going through life With a blind side I was never meant to fit in
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC
Little Freak
My favorite color is blue, Unless it's on a computer screen.
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Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Blue Crash
I don't know what it is, But something's missing Something's missing from me And I think that's you. I feel like a defective doll One that won't operate without being tuned One that won't laugh Without unless you put in a battery I'm like a mute that won't sing Unless given a tune. And that tune, and that battery, They're you. And I miss the day we spent basically the whole day together I miss your presence & I can't help but feeling Defective without you.
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
Defective
What does it say about me, then, that to make life would take mine away?
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
Defective
I've been hurt before, love's pain seems to be my chronic affliction, I've never been shown this much affection. Please excuse my apprehensive reactions, if my participation feels like I'm just going through the motions- I find it hard to portray my emotions. I've had so many lust filled stints; That's why I don't know if I can accept this, your love that is. You're out of my league I know that ; I'm, in the eyes of those I've loved, just : emotional,untalented, unathletic, poor and fat those things I just can't forget. My insecurities a guard,a shield, they limit me to what I think I deserve and I don't deserve to be happy and with you that's all I know I can be. Forgive me, if It takes me time to say those 3 words, even when my heart beats like the wings of a humming bird, it's just I can't imagine why you have these feeling for me, my Baby TT
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
Insecurities//sorry if I take my time