#tempts - Hello Poetry

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.

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Nov 21, 2016

Nov 21, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC

TheNerve

I want what I fear

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.

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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.

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Oct 19, 2016

Oct 19, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC

TheNerve

Tempts

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.

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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?

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May 2, 2014

May 2, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC

deanna

We could be (a family)

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?

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