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Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
I Envision a World...
I envision a world in which the death penalty
Is never again
Used against woman or man
Except for journalists who write “iconic”
(For them old Socrates’ hemlock tonic)
And poets who write “cerulean”
(And for them the serpents that stung St. Julian)
May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 10:47 PM UTC
Yesterday's heroes
neoteric delinquents
the Grateful dead.
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 12:25 PM UTC
Ophelia and Persephone
my kindred women
& forlorn spirits
I wish to embody the
eccentric melodrama
of their complete life
the grandiosity
the tapestry of all
that life is
and should be...
meaningful
void of any
and all
.
.
.
silence
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 9:16 PM UTC
Classic trepidation, stationary with the aura of
Coincidence, slit myself and call it skyward thinking
Sinking feelings that argue for a sudden resignation
Conscientiousness, leprous and typesetting
Intimate knowledge that I disclose verbatim cannot, and should not, ever be used against me.
Interest infected through wavelengths, non responsive partly cause of the rupturing that's been running through my dreams.
Scant as fixes to the problems, overblown and oft forgotten, lisping when I speak of this Epiphany.
Taxidermist furnish houses, howling wolves that get devoured, sounds like God and hell and them finally worked out peace.
Just cosmetic, slightly pathetic the ease at which the mind elapses
Classics retconned till nothing's left except the years of influence
Invested in the melancholy, snobs lobbyist and in distant memories
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
I found it !
Betchu , you don't even know about it.
I bet it hurts, but it's gone hurt much more - as we go deep into the future person!
I don't think you deserve your title !
Simultaneously I think you do.
This thing I found - I don't think I was supposed to find this proof.!
I thought I needed confirmation from death - and look who brung it to me.
They say mental problems are something that's inherited.
I thought that was overrated - this paper shows me something different, its too ****** vivid.
It's like a nightmare , that I'm embracing .
Running from the devil , then get trapped in a corner - just to face him.
I don't think this was meant for me - ok but if it was.
Who can I run to for help - when it was you that I trust?
How can I trust you - when you ain't got no confidence yourself?
And you never said that - honestly I never thought , I wouldn't be in need of your help.
Instead you're the one crying out for closure.
I knew the feeling was off that day when I woke up.
I didn't pay any attention - I left , I thought there was something in the world that I was missing.
I knew that feeling was off , I come back a few hours later - to a cut on your arm?!
Wow , this **** so ****** hard to believe - I look down and see a letter, covered in red.?!
Honestly I think god for sparing your life and many others that would've been affected - I would've been mentally dead.
However , now - scenarios keep consuming my head .!
All the " what if's" and the "why the f*** did you do this".!
Still as hardened cement - not one single sound, escaped from my lips.
Person you're a coward - I can't ****** believe you .
I'm no better , I guess you can say we're both getting mentally strangled by life's chain.
So who's stronger - I always wanted to do it , but never had the courage - you did it but didn't get submerged in the red rain.
I guess it's better to stop running and just embrace the pain .
I'm numb , this feeling - honestly isn't like any other !!
I found your sui-cide letter mother...
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
Is it bad that I'm losing feelings for you ?
The world keeps changing - but I had faith in you .
Your words don't match actions , I don't want no spoken proof .
You used to make my heart leap through the roof .
Things aren't the same , we grew up , at the same time - things started to change.
I was thinking you'll be mine for life - now I know , that isn't right.
I just wish you didn't tell me that like every night.
I keep silent with all of my might .
Y'all don't understand , how I've been feeling inside .
I feel like a demon who cries - but a tear never leaves from my eyes
I try to yelp - but no fear ever leaves from my mouth .
I'm cursed with a blessing , of writing more than I talk .
Sometimes I have faith in the dark - since that is, what makes up most of my heart.
My life's full of light , but no spark .
A vast ocean of ****** fish - however, who is the shark ?
That's harsh reality - cloudy - I squint , because I'm trying to see .
If I should release this demon right up out of me.
Hate to say , I'm proud of - me being - what I hate to see.
I view obstacles & run straight at em , although - they could break my knees.
When life gets harsh - sometimes I wish I could just get up & ******* leave .
I don't wanna breathe , or take a deep breath .
**** being calm & relaxed - this pain coming back to back .
I think I'm starting to relapse .
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC