Category: Poems
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How foolish am I???
Sometimes I think I’ve made up my own hell… Like everything was too good and easy so that I needed some sort of suffering I needed more pain Something to give meaning Though I was confused Meaning can only be found in love in kindness in giving without the pain…
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happy and
Don’t know why I’m feeling so good maybe it’s the weed maybe it’s the meds maybe it’s the connection the purpose for man without purpose is broken half a soul wandering a piece missing and though the pieces are always changing the pieces are always needed to make something when…
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this, that, and me
I want to be special cuz I think I’m not I want to be cool cuz I think I’m awkward I wish I were rich so I don’t have to think or feel I dream of lovers cuz I have none I will one day disappear cuz nobody sees me…
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I want to be
I act as a vessel I like to think so We are all connected I burn like a candle The wick to once run out I like to think I’m special I like to think I’m good As if purpose is delivered Instead of found Instead of created But I…
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Seeing in the dark, looking for a truth
Can’t see behind a mask Can’t see behind a curtain Everyone wants to be known Heard Seen Yet they don’t know themselves Can’t see the truth If you don’t know your lies
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until I can’t…
I must pursue my dreams till I fail Till I can no longer walk Till it’s all I think about Till I can’t stop thinking about it thinking about it till I don’t want to Till I can’t stop Till it covers me Till it uses my fears and insecurities…
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Sleep w/ Ghosts
Most nights I can’t sleep My mind and body don’t let me It plays it’s fabricated memories Attacking my insecurities And worse And worser All the worlds noise All of its problems Come to me at night And burrow in my skin I become them I am them They are…
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It’s a Mystery
Don’t fall for it Don’t fall over me Don’t help me Don’t let me fall It is the thing that saves me That keeps me feeling like I’m drowning But never dead To wish to be saved But never wanting it
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talk to me/look at me
Why make something more than what it is Use words to describe it For the space and lies become clear in a few days time Yet we speak like no one is listening Like my opinions have become my livelihood Because we have to believe In something Like it means…
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Tightrope Over a Pit
my mind is ill wants me dead brought on by traumas traumas trauma past through generations created by something that moves only with the wind that made you pick this over that something in the wind that made your pain pass on to your son or daughter and where did…
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So much of what we say So much of what we think we speak without lips we think without soul without hearts only with thoughts opinions like everyone only wants to talk to themselves maybe I’m just cynical maybe fuck you maybe you can’t listen… don’t know how maybe it’s…
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Anything I Want – with nothing at all
When I can listen to any song I want any movie show story life and death and naked body at any time When I can eat fruit out of season stay warm in the cold be tired in my bed take pills to cover my emotions be filtered in how…
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1 + 2 = less than 0
This suffering This healing Has come down to a formula what are you going to do about it? what helps? what doesn’t? Though the cliches are true and kind of work They provide little hope or fulfillment because they are cliches But if I do the stuff then I’m supposed…
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Just because we’re different
things have gotten too far away I’m too far out thus it seems unreachable while things begin to fold in nothing is really stopping you from doing and being who you are except the voice inside you but where does that voice come from Nothing is impossible is a lie…
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Make Me
if you don’t get people probably never will other than the ones that you are not close too, if they’re not with you, then protect yourself from their bullshit it is your responsibility to protect yourself stop blaming others for ‘making’ you feel a certain way no one can make…
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wish for something different
where where where where where are we going now why why why why why is it on top of us who who who who who will be the rescuer what what what what what is keeping me from lunancy why why why why why must we fall down again cry…
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Sweet Bitterness
sweetness in candy and blood death from within roll over in the mud this thing tastes great though it kills my insides sacrificing relief today for more shit tomorrow despite what I know I do nonetheless
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what are we talking about
why does being alive become a chore I dont want to anymore why do my wants lie to what I need why do I feel like I feel everything there is no mountain no sun no planet that feels as I do now death cannot touch it nor life it…
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