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Pain and Smiles
The words on my lips Lie in wait as bait Baited breath for quips Flip the switch and wait My fuse shortened By the state post quake I blow and get the short end The only smiles, fake What’s left through the years The tears of a clown The words I yearn to sneer I…
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Permission to pause
There will be days When the words won’t come There will be a phase When you feel done Like all your time Has been over spent Like your dreams are on the line And you are broken and bent All the advice All the self-help Have you thinking twice And your heaven has become your…
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Coming Out
I’m coming out As a writer I’m the clout Disrupting spiders A slap on the web That reverbs in your head I revert to the dead State I’ve been bred But I’m starting a new trend To speak my piece of mind I beg for your hate to send For my peace of mind Because…
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The Pain Scale Moves
“Rate your pain from one to ten” Yesterday was ten, now I’m ten again But ten today is not the ten from yesterday Yesterday I was not okay, pain plain as day My body writhed in nerves on fire But the fire’s reached the top of the spire My nerves are live wires My needs…
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Purge the Bile
It’s been a while Since I’ve purged this bile It’s vile, the gile, it piles and piles I’ll vial and sell with denial That it’ll never be heard But that is absurd I don’t know when to quiet Don’t know when to quit I wake the children when I talk I take the attention when…
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Get Off My Lawn
I’ve become him, that man I’ve become bitter, no fan of people, still air For where I still care Dust has settled Where others meddled Devestation from mediations Divination from meditation Trying to take in The poison baked in The bull they’ve served me The world’s unnerved me I don’t want your Amway Or to…
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I’ll Speak My Mind
I haven’t written in months Word’s fly off like moths I’m seeking my filter For words not fit to be heard But my pen leaks And my keyboard speaks My temper peaks And the world reaks Putrid hate and spite That everyone makes light Cancel culture is rampant And I can’t stand it Why must…
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Satan’s Serum
Trigger warning: This poem is about drug use. I throw this needle in the air And jut out my arms, veins displayed
