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will

I've lost the will to write these words so much of this pain is building up and I can't set it free without damaging myself. What the fuck am I even doing This poem sucks. Like really sucks. There is nothing to it and it won't get me anywhere.

Racial slurs and combat scars twisting in my iris. Complicating existence, telling stories to my uncle john. And words they sing The words of kings. But hold your tongue you marter. For life exists in common twists of hollows in the water.

A stone cold bracelet stuck in the waste-bin on the side of the New York street corner. No one gave it a second glance. No one found it near the edge. No one cared about the bracelet. What they didn't know is the bracelet was diamond.

I can't compare your eyes to a starry night because they hold more beauty than a thousand universes. I can't compare your voice to a Mozart symphony because you sing songs that rip my chest wide open.

They say that your body is a temple, but I can't help drinking Jack Daniels and smoking Marlboro Reds or fucking, because it's how I forget the way that you abandoned me.

I am the swimmer of your heart, drowning in the blood, holding my breathe until I can't hold it any longer. And then I suffocate in you just like I always dreamed I would.

derby

Don't think about the words you write. Eliminate all train of thought and remember the way you feel, because your feelings guide the words you write. Your heart is tied to your fingers.

this televised world we live in where we sell our souls to appease the companies that "care" and give us shit when we don't love the right lady. what the hell are we supposed to do when our lives are broadcasted to the world?

My midwest wife left her mother to be by my side and I don't have the heart to tell her that her momma would treat her better. A relationship full of sentiments or lies.

If i fixate on the mix-tape of the dead rapper guy that got shot up at a donut shop while some cops defended their loot then what am I doing with the life that I've been give? I'm not standing up for the ones I love or even their tasty treats. I'm just using myself to inhabit the blank space we call Earth in a manner such as this.

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