Carpe Justice: Poetry For The Masses
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one time
_____________follow my words and i'll tell you a story about a time when i thought i would die now these words aren't about pride, power, or glory its about taking too many tabs and floating up high i'm not sure why i thought i could control i guess i thought i had iron will in truth, no one does,…
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'can't wait'
i can't wait to see you can't wait to fell your skin can't wait to hear your voice can't wait till we can sin can't wait to hear you sigh can't wait to make you smile can't wait to do the things i do to please you for a while can't wait to see you sleeping i touch you till you wake and be the cause…
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Only Love I Know
Before my hands ever touched fair skinBefore my lips kisses upon soft lips,Before these tattooed fingers ran through hair of silkBefore they tightly held hour glass hips.Before I love you Jay was ever said against the windBefore those same words tore me in two,Before my heart lay beneath six layers…
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Amnesiac
The coma had lasted for twenty-five yearsDrifting away in a dreamless land,The silence of a void where nothing existA clarity I had yet to understand.Breathing through cardiac tubingWhen the fluid pour through I can eat,Loved ones enter and mourn unnoticed And heart monitors whisper in…
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Waiting: Is There Any Wonder?
In a gray field and colorless skyWe stand locked in an embrace,A hollow wind washing over usWithout any smiles upon our face.Deep within me she hides herselfUntil she feels warm to the touch,And within my mind she wishes to knowExactly why I loved her so much.Flowers wither and die around usAs if…
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I Have Forgotten
I have forgotten what it's like to breatheBreathe clearly and concise,I can't remember what it's like to think to the pointAnd not believe things in my mind twice.I have forgotten what love isOr maybe love forgot me long ago it seems,The only time I remember a real touchIs somewhere embedded in my…
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Broken Angel
In a field of wind swept pines and withered flowersAn angel appears before my sight,On a miserable day, with horrible weatherAnd a most ominous of nights.Stitched up like some kind of attic rag dollHead and neck warped and cocked to one side,She tells me that shes broken, that she's in painI stand…
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Tragic Heroes
I heard the whispers across the wind as I walkedIgnoring the warning signs of danger and despair,Beautiful flowers turned to stone and gray ashesWeeping and crying for what was to become so unfair.A truly dangerous thing is the heart of a loverThe soul of a woman, no, the heart of a true man,One…
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Inner Child
When coloring inside the lines was difficultWhen climbing the jungle gym made you feel so tall,When eating glue was your only real dangerWhen cooties was the deadliest disease of them all.When your imagination made sand castles seem so very realWhen recess was the ultimate vacation get away,When…
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The End Of The World
At a desk with a broken legI am a poet watching the end of it all,In a seedy semen stained hotel roomI am watching the world die and fall.Across the paper thin walls I hear themA slut enjoying her S&M fix,While outside my window a desperate robs a camaroLeaving it scrapped on cinder bricks.I'm…
