watching him play
i disappeared
and in that space
the world opened up
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I wanna quit
I’m just not with it
Feeling like shit
Feeling like a misfit
An unfit and unlit hypocrite
In need of a refit
No longer with the energy to commit
Unable to continue sharing my wit
Unable to continue to submit
Unable to fulfil his holy writ
A social counterfeit
A fool with his brain split
Someone who’s no longer legit
Some kinda halfwit
Rolling without a permit
In need of a babysit
I’m unfit
An empty tool kit
A horse without its bit
A victim that’s gaslit
A plane without a cockpit
A radio with nothing to transmit
Guilt that’s impossible to acquit
Pain that I can no longer omit
Not without a wrist slit
Not without a friend to get close-knit
Someone that allows me to admit
All of my turmoil and bullshit
Someone with the necessary grit
To make the darkness sunlit
Someone that won’t just split
The moment I fall into a pit
If that’s you, please send help, lickety-split
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Take the damn pill,
You’re on it for a reason.
It’s to stop you feeling ill,
To keep you from self-treason.
Sure, you’re feeling fine,
But how long will it last?
You know you’re not divine,
Just look back at your past.
There was that time you went cold turkey,
When you knew it would be fine.
Instead, your mind went murky,
And you turned to a life of crime.
Or when you got the jitters,
So bad you couldn’t sleep.
Feeling your skin crawling with critters,
Causing you to weep.
Or that time you almost died,
When depression came back strong.
Or the time that you lied,
To yourself that something wasn’t wrong.
Take the damn pill,
You’re on it for a reason.
I don’t want to be reading your will,
As the last act of the season.
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I look different from the inside.
I know what you see,
But you don’t know what I hide,
You think it’s just smiles and glee.
Really I don’t feel safe to confide,
Cause’ I’ve got demons you see.
They cajole, sow doubts, and chide
Making me question what it is to be me.
Showing my faults, destroying my pride
Highlighting how I act differently.
They remind me of when I cried,
And make me think all fuzzy.
They suggest I shouldn’t have tried,
Confusion they guarantee.
I just want to be free, to be, and to be me.
To not worry about what you see, or wanting to flee, or to fit some unspoken decree.
What’s the key? Can thee enlighten me?
Or should I hide inside, bide my time, and chide?
Swallow my pride and wish I’d simply died?
Please confide, be my guide, and give me what I’ve been denied.
Ah, I see, you lied.
You see me as debris.
You barely even tried,
Before making me feel crappy.
‘Cause you were the one who cried
And spoke with such irony.
Like it was me who beat your backside,
And me who raised you absently,
And me who caused your family to divide,
And me who acted grotesquely,
And me who failed to provide,
And me who never gave an apology.
No, I’ve said sorry.
My actions weren’t justified.
But I am not them and I will never be.
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I don’t want
to be
where
I am
I could move but
there is
nowhere
I can go
I am trapped
inside
my cursed
mind
It follows
me
everywhere
laughing
at my
pain
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is this a cry
for attention
or
a cry
for help?
is there really a difference?
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bong hit
smoke eyes
see life
father’s eyes
different pain
new disguise
hot take
fresh lies
core aspects
i despise
diverted focus
stoned highs
scrying thoughts
child cries
look close
perpetual demise
broken dreams
sharp knives
self-worth
clichéd rhymes
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My days are slippin
I be trippin
Over myself
Over my words
Sentimental thoughts
I’m mental
Mental state
Lost forms abate
Can’t wait
I overcompensate
I’m lost
Searching for you
Looking for new
A preview in lieu of success
I’m a mess
Such stress
Much duress,
Brain’s compressed,
Into something different
I’m indifferent
Maleficent
A power against the world
Against myself
I’m self-destructive
Creative in chaos
Constructive in harm
Persuasive self-pity
I be trippin
This day be slippin
Now I’m lippin
My thoughts
Onto paper
No sense
Just nonsense
A flow
A recompense
From the memories
From the pain
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The first thing you notice are his bare feet,
Black and dirty.
Lacking a chair, he squats.
Lacking a home, he squats.
The second thing you notice are his eyes,
Sunken and hollow.
Desperate.
You walk.
He sees you seeing him.
You walk faster.
He smiles wide.
His teeth are as broken as the dwelling he guards.
Shattered windows for a shattered soul.
He calls out.
You walk faster still.
His sunken eyes suddenly grow sharp.
He recognises an opportunity.
You wear things of value.
You are something of value.
A second voice joins the first,
And then a third.
They point.
They chuckle.
They stand.
Your wealth represents their high.
Your body represents their high.
You run.
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I’m a red flag chaser
A self-debaser
That tattooed look
Leaves me shook
Dabbling in drugs
With ‘caring’ thugs
Incredible sex
For the brain hex
Insightful conversations
Just distracted ruminations
Same toxic pattern
From abstinent to slattern
A mirror’s shame
Only myself to blame
Left alone and burnt
No lesson learnt
I get off on the thrill
Of you losing your chill
I hate when you insist
With a scream and a fist
But it’s worth the pain
To feel like myself again
A childhood’s toll
Red flags make me whole
The end of another fight
This is love, right?
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Mojito the Bandito,
On the run from the law.
Hired an impersonator,
So in two places, he can be saw.
Committing crimes,
But seen with an alibi.
The adventures he had,
His schemes weren’t shy.
The cartels took notice,
Alas it couldn’t last,
Told Mojito to stop,
Or his head they would blast.
But Mojito wasn’t stupid,
He had a plan to enact,
Told his impersonator to wait,
Then it was Mojito’s time to act.
He shot the man himself,
Displayed his body on the town’s wall.
Made the cartels happy,
And Mojito attended his own funeral.
Now he rides free,
A gun at his side.
Named Mojito no more,
His face he must hide.
Beware the masked bandit,
The criminal with no name,
He will kill you where you stand,
And leave with no shame.
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Intentions are hotter than actions.
It’s not how you look,
What you wear,
Or what you do that matters.
It’s what you intend to do.
What you hope to make happen.
How you want your partner to feel,
Before, during and after.
It’s how your desire transforms your reality.
Once begun,
Seduction never ends.
It starts in the mind,
Continues with words,
And is accentuated by the body
A seed to be nourished, tendered, guarded,
And then consumed.
A seductress knows her intention,
Hones it,
And only then acts.
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i hate
imperfect synonyms
unless I’m desperate
for a rhyme
language specificity
is imperative
for effective communication
and management of time
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It’s not wrong to disagree
Just make sure you speak fairly
It’s not wrong to say goodbye
Just make sure you first try
It’s not wrong to say sorry
Just make sure it’s not out of worry
It’s not wrong to up and leave
Just make sure your heart’s on your sleeve
It’s not wrong to be incompatible
Just make sure you stay amiable
It’s not wrong to put yourself first
Just make sure you avoid the worst
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I over thought it and hurt my own feelings.
Ruminated and created some tearlings.
Them’s are tears that represent fears.
Them’s are shame and toxic self-blame.
I internalised it and took it out on you.
Rebelling and yelling that something’s ado.
‘Twas an attack that needs an unpack.
‘Twas an interrogation like presentation.
I blocked the world off and hurt myself.
Bashed and slashed at my body wealth.
That’s a knife leading to strife.
That’s a pile of pills causing ills.
I broke down and lost it all.
Cried and tried to take the last fall.
I was insane and overflowing with pain.
I was at rock bottom feeling forgotten.
I survived and came back to you wearily.
Apologising and explaining myself tearily.
The same story just more gory.
The trauma trick that I always stick.
I recovered and returned to my normal.
Flirting and fucking and acting all formal.
You said it’s okay, it was just a bad day.
You let me back in, despite all my sin.
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In the predawn light
the birds take flight,
taking with them
the silence of the night.
The lone dog’s bark
heralds the end of dark,
as his fellows
take up the lark.
Then comes humanity.
A din of utter profanity.
Attempting to avoid
silence induced insanity.
Until shines the moon,
bringing its silent boon.
Causing man’s return
to sleep’s blessed lagoon.
Then the nightmares come.
A calamitous thrum,
highlighting the pain
of yesterday’s sum.
The night’s confidence shaken,
peaceful sleep mistaken.
Silence only exists
at night when we awaken.
In the predawn light
the birds take flight,
taking with them
the silence of the night.
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It’s time I got my own
From a world that didn’t care
From a world that wasn’t home
Taken and laid bare
Taken before I had grown
My home turned into a lair
Used and left alone
But now I can share
But now I have grown
But now I will dare
To take back that loan
To make the ledgers fair
Perhaps you need a clue?
Because I still remember
Now I am coming for you
A new contender
If you only knew
That night in December
That door stepped through
Had me questioning my gender
Unsure of what was true
You took life’s splendor
Now its time for a coup
You consummate pretender
Your sins have come due
No, I won’t be tender
What I will do
Is become future’s defender
You are just a fucking mutt
Your crimes will be laid bare
Turned me into a slut
Were you so unaware?
Forced my mind shut
But I will now dare
A swift knife cut
Some pain to share
I’ll force your eyes shut
Into a death glare
I’m coming for you
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If you get too close,
I’ll pull away.
If you talk too kindly,
I won’t stay.
If you push too hard,
I’ll say no.
If you stay too long,
I’ll just go.
If you try too hard,
I’ll soon leave.
If you enquire too personally,
I’ll simply deceive.
But,
If you pull away,
I’ll track you down.
If you don’t stay,
I’ll surely drown.
If you say no,
I won’t know what to do.
If you just go,
I’ll blame it all on you.
If you leave me,
you will soon see
If you deceive me,
I’ll simply plea.
Please,
That you return
and never go.
That I’ve changed,
don’t you know?
That I am
sincerely sorry.
That you don’t
need to worry.
That I am a
new man.
That I have a
mental health plan.
That I won’t
repeat the cycle.
That you are
my one true idol.
That it is your company
that I crave.
That I will worship you
to your grave.
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I withdraw,
Please don’t take it personally,
It’s just what I do
To keep myself safe.
I want you to understand.
The world is too loud,
The world is too fast,
The world is too big,
The world is too confusing.
It overwhelms me.
The endless conversations,
The unclear demands,
The double sided statements,
And the hidden intentions.
I can’t comprehend it all.
The unstated norms,
The disparate customs,
The popular trends,
And the social conventions.
There is too much pressure.
So I withdraw,
Hiding inside of myself,
Seeking a place of solitude,
Somewhere divorced from reality.
I just need time.
To rest,
To heal,
To process,
And to learn
How to function in this world.
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My body was broken,
before I realised it was my own.
I took it for granted,
while it was slowly being taken.
I used it without thought,
I used it without comprehension,
I used it without appreciation.
Now it’s just used.
I got old,
before I realised I was ageing.
I squandered what I had,
while worrying about what I would become.
I wasted my time,
I wasted my energy,
I wasted my opportunity.
Now I’m just wasted.
My life was over,
before I realised I was living it.
I ignored reality,
but reality kept a watch on me.
I spent my time,
I spent my money,
I spent my soul.
Now I’m just spent.
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