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"totaly" poems
Life passes through when im hear with out you, I'm on a totaly different side beyond the out, hearin all the ghetto my new ***** gotta dead bro, I've bin with all these red rags mind graffiti sketched tags, So I miss my girl my sister, My story tellin listener my main true, my blessed boo, seen my life she has the real clue, when I got hit right there stuck wit me, step dad did uncalled for beatin, cant help me gettin eatin when we got caught callit go book free, played a role got your back, look forward. erased the wack. no mom, I gotta stoney, didn't lisson always roming, growin with my one friend never was a loney one two I got you, three four I'm out the door five six, new home cant fix, seven eight, I lost my great, (hailey) nine ten, I'll be home when?. when I got In foster so close I could of lost her your my completion I'm your creation,.. ying to the yang the big, the loud, The shoot the bang. we never for the reppin but we ain't afraid to steppin, got our own gang , me and hailey togetha daily, our name no shame same heart from thee start aimin for big, bullseye I'm the dart walk our own way, head up with no say, got my noes in the sky cause you know I be high,. finger In the air for the ******* that stare, why the **** you stalkin?, cause you scared to be talkin,... make out my way before i get cray best get to walkin before I get sockin. whatever I'm a youngin, I'm blessed that I hung in,
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
Hailey Haglund
Life passes through when im hear with out you, I'm on a totaly different side beyond the out, hearin all the ghetto my new ***** gotta dead bro, I've bin with all these red rags mind graffiti sketched tags, So I miss my girl my sister, My story tellin listener my main true, my blessed boo, seen my life she has the real clue, when I got hit right there stuck wit me, step dad did uncalled for beatin, cant help me gettin eatin when we got caught callit go book free, played a role got your back, look forward. erased the wack. no mom, I gotta stoney, didn't lisson always roming, growin with my one friend never was a loney one two I got you, three four I'm out the door five six, new home cant fix, seven eight, I lost my great, (hailey) nine ten, I'll be home when?. when I got In foster so close I could of lost her your my completion I'm your creation,.. ying to the yang the big, the loud, The shoot the bang. we never for the reppin but we ain't afraid to steppin, got our own gang , me and hailey togetha daily, our name no shame same heart from thee start aimin for big, bullseye I'm the dart walk our own way, head up with no say, got my noes in the sky cause you know I be high,. finger In the air for the ******* that stare, why the **** you stalkin?, cause you scared to be talkin,... make out my way before i get cray best get to walkin before I get sockin. whatever I'm a youngin, I'm blessed that I hung in, Written By Jesse Mckush Dedicated For Hailey *Haglund
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May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
Another died, Still In this homless shelter
So much pain, and whose to blame - So much pain, and easy to say it wasnt me. But if I look into the mirror of my heart, And if I am honest with myself I will see That much of the blame belongs to me. How many times have I accepted the stories Ive been fed, in the stories Ive read, about them and me Who is them and who is me, We call ourselves two nations but if we go back we will find we are really brothers and sisters, with the same father-Abraham In this land Palestine / Israel that we call home That both nations consider that we own, What was done then, created a rift so vast so painful. Could Sarah then have known or conceived That that her actions would continue for so long. And would leave ripples of separation for her family. How many times have I read the slanted news That made me and my family right so we could make our brothers in the wrong, and visa versa. Is it possible now after so long That we can change the path we walk along. Is it so important to prove who is right and who is wrong. It is not too late to change the state of mind, To bring down the barriers that we have created, To share the land and prosper, and return to being family. All it would take is to remember Love to remember that the separation starts in our minds, And that there are always two sides to every story. We hurl rocks and missiles at eachother We forget that we are hurting our brother and our sisters We forget that children know how to play And make up and return to love, a heartbeat away. Two rights cant make it wrong if we remember eachother Two wrongs remembered - separate eachother It is time to recreate that what we have done wrong And not one side or the other is totaly right or wrong.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
Whose to blame
So much pain, and whose to blame - So much pain, and easy to say it wasnt me. But if I look into the mirror of my heart, And if I am honest with myself I will see That much of the blame belongs to me. How many times have I accepted the stories Ive been fed, in the stories Ive read, about them and me Who is them and who is me, We call ourselves two nations but if we go back we will find we are really brothers and sisters, with the same father-Abraham In this land Palestine / Israel that we call home That both nations consider that we own, What was done then, created a rift so vast so painful. Could Sarah then have known or conceived That that her actions would continue for so long. And would leave ripples of separation for her family. How many times have I read the slanted news That made me and my family right so we could make our brothers in the wrong, and visa versa. Is it possible now after so long That we can change the path we walk along. Is it so important to prove who is right and who is wrong. It is not too late to change the state of mind, To bring down the barriers that we have created, To share the land and prosper, and return to being family. All it would take is to remember Love to remember that the separation starts in our minds, And that there are always two sides to every story. We hurl rocks and missiles at eachother We forget that we are hurting our brother and our sisters We forget that children know how to play And make up and return to love, a heartbeat away. Two rights cant make it wrong if we remember eachother Two wrongs remembered - separate eachother It is time to recreate that what we have done wrong And not one side or the other is totaly right or wrong.
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4/20/17 This is a public service announcement. Attention There are cockroaches in the walls of your body Mold in the ceilings of your eyelids You cry so often they can't dry out. We paint over them with makeup we have no idea why we think paint will fix your roof There's still mold There are still cockroaches in the walls of your body. We called them butterflies to be cutesy it's time we told you they are cockroaches. In this familiar metaphor where you are a grand hotel. You were actually an AirBnB Someone decided one day: "AHH **** it. We can open our house to strangers for a quick buck. What's the worst that can happen? They rob us? HAH! what are they gonna take? We got nothin'" then you did. And they did. they smelt bad brought their girlfriend and ****** in your guest bedroom I mean it was your den, with a sleeping bag But they ****** in there! In YOUR sleeping back And stole your coffee maker! YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A COFFEE MAKER BEFORE YOU STARTED BEING A HOTEL you bought that ******* coffee maker for airbnb guests and now look at you. Spent more on ammenaties then you made. Should have gone to walmart but no you had to "buy local" Yes we are still talking about your body And cockroaches. That ******* tennant brought cockroaches You don't know how but he was from new york so it was totaly his fault. now you need to hire pest control BUT WHO IN THE HELL CAN CONTROL THE PESTS IN YOUR GODAMNED BODY Not you. You buy local. These hippies don't use pesticides thats their whole shtick. You gotta use dirt and pray. So you do. You open up the wounds they left Or you found Or made last night And you shove dirt in them. And I'll be ****** if it doesn't make the cockroaches leave.
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
4/20/17
4/20/17 This is a public service announcement. Attention There are cockroaches in the walls of your body Mold in the ceilings of your eyelids You cry so often they can't dry out. We paint over them with makeup we have no idea why we think paint will fix your roof There's still mold There are still cockroaches in the walls of your body. We called them butterflies to be cutesy it's time we told you they are cockroaches. In this familiar metaphor where you are a grand hotel. You were actually an AirBnB Someone decided one day: "AHH **** it. We can open our house to strangers for a quick buck. What's the worst that can happen? They rob us? HAH! what are they gonna take? We got nothin'" then you did. And they did. they smelt bad brought their girlfriend and ****** in your guest bedroom I mean it was your den, with a sleeping bag But they ****** in there! In YOUR sleeping back And stole your coffee maker! YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A COFFEE MAKER BEFORE YOU STARTED BEING A HOTEL you bought that ******* coffee maker for airbnb guests and now look at you. Spent more on ammenaties then you made. Should have gone to walmart but no you had to "buy local" Yes we are still talking about your body And cockroaches. That ******* tennant brought cockroaches You don't know how but he was from new york so it was totaly his fault. now you need to hire pest control BUT WHO IN THE HELL CAN CONTROL THE PESTS IN YOUR GODAMNED BODY Not you. You buy local. These hippies don't use pesticides thats their whole shtick. You gotta use dirt and pray. So you do. You open up the wounds they left Or you found Or made last night And you shove dirt in them. And I'll be ****** if it doesn't make the cockroaches leave.
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The voices in my head the fear of losing, the fights to my demons and the monsters inside my head, im trying to escape from my past, but something gets me down time at time, the fears the emotions i can't handle. Nothing gets right, i can't escape iam too weak too slow too much in pain. Why? Why is life so awful? Why isnt there any light in the dark? No end in the tunels of fear and darkness, every time i compleetly break down when the voices shout demons begin to talk and the monsters wake up. I see no way out. Pick up the blades,, do it, you've no way out. ive the same body the same face and voice but my gohst isn't the same anymore from the inside iam a totaly different person. The monsters inside me picked my body for e v e r
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
demons,
it sent me to hell it sent me to die it made me lie i try to keep it in a cell it wont let me sleep it wont leave me alone it has an eerie moan it made girls weep it wont **** just me now its black as night never to see light its a criminal to be it plays a dangerous game now it sick and twisted their souls are listed leaving me full of shame my dangerous heart i cant trust it now its killing me inside as i try to hide for i will not bow death shall come sweet the pain is endless im totaly mendless as i listen to its beat
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Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
my dangerous heart
Yesterday you scolded me like anything But now what your doing?? Is it you have planned everything?? Never Excepted Even in your last message i felt your are leave only at this time But you have gone totaly
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Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
Never Excepted