poetry
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For the fire to rise one needs fuel For the fire to burn one needs a tool For the fire to know one needs one’s head for the fire will burn until you are dead For the fire to feel it has to start in the chest so their fire is fake they hold to Read more
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Today is a D day, the worst of all the kinds of days. D days are death days, when loved ones show us they won’t stay. A true d day is a surprise D the kind you didn’t see coming, because this loved one ducked us and left us and they affectively fucked us. Because Read more
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If it weren’t for transitions, there would be no movement at all. It’s with one foot in front of the other, or we don’t move, we crawl. Eyes must be opened, if we would rather not fall. Lessons are hard enough, trying to avoid the brick walls. Watch out for those transitions from this world Read more
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I am feeling stress am I at my best? the stress is trying to hurt me. I seek release its the least I can do to escape this excess worry. Because fu*k, we know what worry get us in a hurry So I release this stress by mouth and music I sang and screamed, really Read more
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Tis the season to be in love with a ‘special’ someone tis the season to be in love with someone else’s someone tis the season to be in love with the only thing that hates you tis the season to be in love and not remotely understanding sacrifice tis the season to be in love Read more
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Nope, you stay back now. I’m not interested in what you have to say. Nope, you stay back now. You have to go away. You tried to mislead me, you used, and lied, right to me. So, nope nope nope! I say back away from me! Recognize this trick. This thing your mind can do. Read more
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Is there such a thing as being lonely ish, I don’t mean just being alone? Is there such thing as being visible, yet wanting to be alone? When I stare out my eyes, it’s all loneliness I see. I am in my house, I am all alone, that’s lonely ish to me. But, would I Read more
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lots of people run their mouth they have a lot to say. but what they don’t know is the voice they use, its not the voice that may, lead them down the righteous path, where they think they’ll stay, with their rude words bound with hate, spewing from their mouths that way. look out runaway Read more
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thanks to the world of sorrow, and thanks to the world of pain we have found ourselves once again blessed, to live as we are ordained. dropped on our knees, are heads held low, just how far down will we go? then we stop and look around, every head is on the ground. What has Read more
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What if all it took was monumental love to heal and change, through the push and shove. What if love was the drug we were thinking of, flowing down like a shower from up above. With open arms and heart aflame, this love will fill us as a frame. To contain the bliss, which is Read more
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