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PEARL SMOKE Sep 2014
This iS Becoming So Frustrating.
iM Stuck Between The
Do's & Dont's. Right Or Wrong
Heart or mind
Past & Present, Hope or Dope
Love Or Drugs
Mixed Emotions, Becoming numb
Sobriety reality &
Hating life. Finding happiness.
Keep working on
Myself or just giving up, so confusing
So simple but my mind
And mentality just
Arnt usual.
Middle of the night
LED lights
Displaying Silver City
The streets under it are too gritty
Is this what is comprised in the Central City?
Can't vent to the Committee
That will solve nothing
That's my greatest frusturation
Homeless number is growing
The only place to sleep in is getting in the towing
There's not enough ways of knowing
Due to lack of exposure
The only way I'll feel any closure
Is when they decide to take action
Put these sentiments intro traction
I've been solving the fractions
Days and days on
I will play on
This song
Because it has been far too long
Kicking the Homeless in tents
Yet allow these women to be around Men that could put them in a ditch
Harassed and disrespected
You can gratify away, defect
You can't always detect
Danger
I've been carrying these thoughts like a Hangar
And now it's time to egress
I'm not doing it to impress
I'm putting morals to the test
I vastly detest
These Men groping and trying to look under their dress
And allow it
When there's desperate people needing a place to stay
And they disavow it
Bulldozing old homes where they stay to build new ones
Instead of renovating them
These rich folks coming in
Voting Democrat
Which is the party of the Mayor
Who doesn't give a Rat's
***
About any of them
The effrontery to call this city silver
Is appalling
When there's people who need helping
And there's been nothing but stalling

Your perception of hitting the gold is rich cars, mansions and throngs of women
What an edged omen
Mine is a cheap and efficient car, modest house and a wife I come home to every night
That's my Silver City
Don't need to blow hundreds to celebrate
When there is much more important things in life to value

Forget being scared of the poor
Try to open them doors
Get the number of poverty off the floor
And into something more
Serene
That's the kind of life that is
Supreme.
electra Jul 2017
Silence.
It's what I hear from you,
It's what I hear and see when I visit you in your hospital bed.
I wait for something,
Anything hoping some day you'll wake up,
And I'll see those beautiful green eyes again.

Silence.
It eats me up every single time.
I want it to end.
I have come to the conclusion that silence is violent and cruel.
You not waking up and lying in a hospital bed is violent and cruel.

Silence,
You've grown too close to me.
You have become like air,
Everything I need in order to survive,
But it's time for me to unhook you from my veins,
And to say goodbye.

Silence,
You are no longer needed,
You are no longer welcomed into my life,
Because you have brought nothing but anger and frusturation.
I look for something different now,
Hope.

Silence,
I want you to bleed away,
Carry yourself away and the emptiness you've brought into my life,
And into his.
Leave,
Leave the way you came into our lives,
You are now dead to me.
Taylor Ramey Feb 2017
We could hold hands until hell freezes over,
And we could dance delightfully until the day is done.
We could talk for time eternal,
But still I doubt that I’m your one.

I feel distraught by small dismissals
And abysmal when shot with shouts
Deep down I know our chance’s dismal
Our rugged road a wretched route

A slight smile to stopper doubt’s affliction
The price paid with a painful heart
But what a deal to forgo the friction
To keep from falling all apart.

A sinking stomach and belly of lead,
I think our expiration’s near.
I’m full of ******* frusturation,
But overflowing with fleeting fear.

For every moment we’re together,
Cuddled close for company,
I think about the approaching weather
The storm that shatters you and me.
down there
down there
sights from above
sights from above

they seem tall
they seem strong
and the frail little child that I am
frusturation

Orange and red
could be
a nice mix up
i think
it should be

down there
sights from above
I'll look at them with inspiration
and a lot of love

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