You carry your image with you as a weight which wearies your soul, Like an anvil barely balancing between two two by fours, A cinder block pressed against your broken chest. & the worst part is that you’ve carried it for 20 years without realization. You want to part with it because you know that…
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Pain pain go away, Come again some other day A day when I have strength to fight. A day when it won’t take all my might. Pain Pain, don’t come at all. If I had my way, I would never fall. Not today, not tomorrow, not any day soon. and I would be able to…
Read MoreI am afraid of you because you don’t have to do much to have power over me. A power that is strong A power like no other I didn’t have to know you long Your opinion mattered more than my own mother. I am afraid of you for many different reasons. Will you leave…
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[Skip to beneath the horizontal line for the poem portion] {If you’re reading this right now & this is still here, that means that I haven’t edited this at all so if you’re confused, it could be because the post is onboard the struggle bus} It seems that no matter where you are in life…
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To anyone who’s a little messy sometimes– Life man. It’s fricking crazy. From getting up in the morning to natural disaters, tests and work, and then you think about getting your masters… There are people dying left and right, and, still, the world, it spins. And here I am, trying to love and love and…
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I love you, I do Your life has value. Whether you believe it or you don’t, Whether you will see it or you won’t, The truth is clear to me that I love you. And I know that this world hurts. The pain– it sears and burns. And you don’t see any light, Especially…
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I have a big red target, it sits right on my forehead. It torments me at night, especially when I should be going to bed. It’s two o’clock in the morning, but the target’s on my mind. Literally– it sits right in front of my brain so it’s on my mind all the time. It’s…
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They say it looks a lot like Christmas, but I feel a lot like summer.
These people bury their heads in textbooks but look like Carrey as they get dumber and dumber.
I think I write and post poems often because poetry is the kind of writing that comes quickly to me. I can sit down and write poems about almost anything and I could keep on writing and writing because I want to, but not because I feel like I have to. Writing about other things…
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I have a green monster She lives inside of me She snuck into my body and she filled my heart with need A need to be desired, to be number one– A groan to be remembered, like the days we chased the sun. My little green monster has latched onto my heart She reminds me…
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