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Poet Introduction
my words usually tumble in a downward slope, used to use dope, now I can cope I've eloped from the habit - see life? I grab it "Digital Poet"
SICK
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Hi,
My Name’s _____,
And I’m An Addict…
And Like So Many Others,
I’ve Watched
The Smoky Hot
Breath
Of Death,
Pass Me By,
Smelled The End
Miss Me,
For No Reason,
Demise,
Gave Grave Glares
Into My Eyes
And Tried,
To Turn Them Hollow
Black,
I Felt The Whiplash Crack
Of Fate
Slash My Back,
So Deep,
I Had To Sleep,
On My Stomach,
I’ve Been Lucky
See I Was Once Worlds Away
From These Buckled Knees
You See On Stage,
Caged
In...
Hi,
My Name’s _____,
And I’m An Addict…
And Like So Many Others,
I’ve Watched
The Smoky Hot
Breath
Of Death,
Pass Me By,
Smelled The End
Miss Me,
For No Reason,
Demise,
Gave Grave Glares
Into My Eyes
And Tried,
To Turn Them Hollow
Black,
I Felt The Whiplash Crack
Of Fate
Slash My Back,
So Deep,
I Had To Sleep,
On My Stomach,
I’ve Been Lucky
See I Was Once Worlds Away
From These Buckled Knees
You See On Stage,
Caged
In...
899 reads
3 Comments
I AM (a poem about life)
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[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande][b]I Am The Swollen Shiner From Life's Sucker Punches,
Bloodied Noses From Left Field Jabs,
The Kidney That Feels The Brunt
When You Get Stabbed
In The Back.
I Am The Intricate Plan
Designed So You Can Only Fail,
The Question With No Right Answer.
I Am The Fighting Chance And Strands Of Hope
That Morally Pull You Through Times Of Disaster.
Sometimes There
Is Distance,
Silence,
No Answer...
And I Am The Truth That Interrupts.
I Am That Pimple...
[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande][b]I Am The Swollen Shiner From Life's Sucker Punches,
Bloodied Noses From Left Field Jabs,
The Kidney That Feels The Brunt
When You Get Stabbed
In The Back.
I Am The Intricate Plan
Designed So You Can Only Fail,
The Question With No Right Answer.
I Am The Fighting Chance And Strands Of Hope
That Morally Pull You Through Times Of Disaster.
Sometimes There
Is Distance,
Silence,
No Answer...
And I Am The Truth That Interrupts.
I Am That Pimple...
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Daddy's Little Girl
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She Was Daddy's Little Girl.
It Was Stamped All Over Her Skin
Emanating Over Her Pink Sugar.
She Held An Empty Beer Bottle,
She Had Milked It To Drench The Voices She Loved,
But Avoided.
Song Moved Her Soul,
And Rhythm Moved Her Hips.
Pom-Poms,
They Were Left Behind Along With Her First Dance,
First Date,
First Love,
Along With Her Virginity,
Left Behind Like A Distant Memory,
Not Forgotten But Considered Rotten.
Her Sororital Veins
Spewed Easy Pickins.
She Was...
She Was Daddy's Little Girl.
It Was Stamped All Over Her Skin
Emanating Over Her Pink Sugar.
She Held An Empty Beer Bottle,
She Had Milked It To Drench The Voices She Loved,
But Avoided.
Song Moved Her Soul,
And Rhythm Moved Her Hips.
Pom-Poms,
They Were Left Behind Along With Her First Dance,
First Date,
First Love,
Along With Her Virginity,
Left Behind Like A Distant Memory,
Not Forgotten But Considered Rotten.
Her Sororital Veins
Spewed Easy Pickins.
She Was...
830 reads
2 Comments
Street Corner Scum Bag
1218 reads
6 Comments
Emerge
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I can’t change what I’ve done in the past,
How I’ve built weak walls and let them crash,
The face of insecurity I once displayed,
Melts with reality as a man is portrayed.
Now in clarity I comprehend my self damage,
I see that through pain I’ve gained an advantage,
I’ve been face to face with death like most will never see,
The trials I’ve survived empower and strengthen me.
I’ve looked through the eyes of men and seen evil demons,
Flipped the iris to a mirror so it’s something to believe...
I can’t change what I’ve done in the past,
How I’ve built weak walls and let them crash,
The face of insecurity I once displayed,
Melts with reality as a man is portrayed.
Now in clarity I comprehend my self damage,
I see that through pain I’ve gained an advantage,
I’ve been face to face with death like most will never see,
The trials I’ve survived empower and strengthen me.
I’ve looked through the eyes of men and seen evil demons,
Flipped the iris to a mirror so it’s something to believe...
899 reads
2 Comments
Cricket Calls (AKA
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I see it every day,
Those hips sway
Like brush in the breeze,
Form fit jeans,
Blouse, shirts, skirts
That hurt
To imagine,
Wet jet hair
Forever
Eyelashes slashing
Over Colgate smiles,
Clicking heels,
Sexy stockings,
Shocking exposure,
Exposed shoulders that struck me
And lips that say….
Well, let’s just say
I see it every day
And every day,
I feel smaller
See, I don’t have that
Chippendale’s bod,
Abs rock hard
Or a tight...
I see it every day,
Those hips sway
Like brush in the breeze,
Form fit jeans,
Blouse, shirts, skirts
That hurt
To imagine,
Wet jet hair
Forever
Eyelashes slashing
Over Colgate smiles,
Clicking heels,
Sexy stockings,
Shocking exposure,
Exposed shoulders that struck me
And lips that say….
Well, let’s just say
I see it every day
And every day,
I feel smaller
See, I don’t have that
Chippendale’s bod,
Abs rock hard
Or a tight...
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Dopesick, Pt. 2
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Been A While,
Since My Last Fix,
Getting Sick,
Mind Playing Tricks
Chills Settle In,
Body Shakes,
Flirting And Meddling,
With Inner Aches
World So Bright,
Squint To The Brilliance,
Stomach So Tight,
Craving Opiate Resilience
Slightest Breeze,
Can Shatter My Bones,
Inner Freeze,
Burning Moans
Hard To Breathe,
Sharp Pain,
Can't Leave,
Facing Cold Rain
Vision Blurry,
Dripping Cold Sweat,
Gotta Hurry,
Last Bag Ain't Sold Yet
...
Been A While,
Since My Last Fix,
Getting Sick,
Mind Playing Tricks
Chills Settle In,
Body Shakes,
Flirting And Meddling,
With Inner Aches
World So Bright,
Squint To The Brilliance,
Stomach So Tight,
Craving Opiate Resilience
Slightest Breeze,
Can Shatter My Bones,
Inner Freeze,
Burning Moans
Hard To Breathe,
Sharp Pain,
Can't Leave,
Facing Cold Rain
Vision Blurry,
Dripping Cold Sweat,
Gotta Hurry,
Last Bag Ain't Sold Yet
...
782 reads
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WHEN WE DIE WE GO TO CHOCOLATE
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I Believe That When We Die We Go To Chocolate.
Depictions Of Heaven With The Clouds And Angels,
Actually Melt In My Milkshake Fountains.
If I Could Eat One Thing
With No Future Implications
That One Thing Would Be ‘Bad’.
I’m Surrounded By Snacks,
Suffocating In Succulent Sweets,
Treats,
Taunting My Daunting Weaknesses,
I Think This Is,
A Ploy,
A Plot,
A Scheme Coming Straight From The Tooth Fairy Who Might Be Low On Inventory,
Oh The Glory
Of Unwrapping
Those Delectable...
I Believe That When We Die We Go To Chocolate.
Depictions Of Heaven With The Clouds And Angels,
Actually Melt In My Milkshake Fountains.
If I Could Eat One Thing
With No Future Implications
That One Thing Would Be ‘Bad’.
I’m Surrounded By Snacks,
Suffocating In Succulent Sweets,
Treats,
Taunting My Daunting Weaknesses,
I Think This Is,
A Ploy,
A Plot,
A Scheme Coming Straight From The Tooth Fairy Who Might Be Low On Inventory,
Oh The Glory
Of Unwrapping
Those Delectable...
707 reads
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War
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There’s A War Goin’ On…
I’m Not Referring To
Wars Overseas,
Or In Third World Countries,
I Mean Right Here,
On Our Streets Where
Folks Are On Their Knees,
There’s A War Goin’ On…
See Kids Get Exposed To Crack And Dope
Everyday At School,
We Got 12 Year Olds Transporting,
Becoming Some Thug’s Mule
Because They Look Up And See Guidance,
Find A Role Model
And Think It’s Cool,
But Maybe It Has To Do
With Them Going Home
To A Father Who’s Playing The Fool,
Not ...
There’s A War Goin’ On…
I’m Not Referring To
Wars Overseas,
Or In Third World Countries,
I Mean Right Here,
On Our Streets Where
Folks Are On Their Knees,
There’s A War Goin’ On…
See Kids Get Exposed To Crack And Dope
Everyday At School,
We Got 12 Year Olds Transporting,
Becoming Some Thug’s Mule
Because They Look Up And See Guidance,
Find A Role Model
And Think It’s Cool,
But Maybe It Has To Do
With Them Going Home
To A Father Who’s Playing The Fool,
Not ...
1052 reads
4 Comments
The Letter Never Delivered
b][b]Dear Stranger,
Just ‘Cuz Your Life Is Trife And Your Wife Is Cheatin’...
Just ‘Cuz Dinners
Were Full Of Glasses
Smashing
Into Paintings,
Like They Were Planes Into Buildings,
Just ‘Cuz Your Attitude Shattered Chandeliers
Into Blizzards Of Glass Tears
And You Live With That Forlorn Fear
That Another Man May,
Just May,
Have An Edge On You,
Doesn’t Mean You’re Gonna Make Me The Dark Hole You Stuff Your Misplaced Misery In…
I Know You’re Sick,
I Know Your Disease Prevents You From
Seeing The Two Sides Of A...
Just ‘Cuz Your Life Is Trife And Your Wife Is Cheatin’...
Just ‘Cuz Dinners
Were Full Of Glasses
Smashing
Into Paintings,
Like They Were Planes Into Buildings,
Just ‘Cuz Your Attitude Shattered Chandeliers
Into Blizzards Of Glass Tears
And You Live With That Forlorn Fear
That Another Man May,
Just May,
Have An Edge On You,
Doesn’t Mean You’re Gonna Make Me The Dark Hole You Stuff Your Misplaced Misery In…
I Know You’re Sick,
I Know Your Disease Prevents You From
Seeing The Two Sides Of A...
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2 Comments
Enemy
I Ran Myself Hard On The Street,
Just A Baby,
Hittin' The Cold Concrete,
The Fear Of Feeling,
Evoked My Defeat,
But I Chose The Path Of
The Lonely, Dark, Bitter And Obsolete;
Picked Up Survival Techniques
To Make Ends Meet,
Learned Life Lessons
Through Being Beat,
In More Ways Than One,
And In Repeat;
So Weak,
No Choice But To Retreat,
Long Sleeves
To Keep Track Marks Discrete,
I Was Desperate,
Lit Fires In Cans For Heat,
Fought To Eat,
Ran Burnt Out Buildings
Leaving The Stench Of Sweaty Feet,
Finding...
Just A Baby,
Hittin' The Cold Concrete,
The Fear Of Feeling,
Evoked My Defeat,
But I Chose The Path Of
The Lonely, Dark, Bitter And Obsolete;
Picked Up Survival Techniques
To Make Ends Meet,
Learned Life Lessons
Through Being Beat,
In More Ways Than One,
And In Repeat;
So Weak,
No Choice But To Retreat,
Long Sleeves
To Keep Track Marks Discrete,
I Was Desperate,
Lit Fires In Cans For Heat,
Fought To Eat,
Ran Burnt Out Buildings
Leaving The Stench Of Sweaty Feet,
Finding...
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3 Comments
Love Blossomed
Love Blossomed
At The Intersection Of Lust, Dreams And Desire,
Where Crowded Clouded Skies
Yield To Chocolate Cream Sunsets,
Harbors Can’t Harness The Depths
Of Passion
So Pervasive You Can Taste It
You Make Me Laugh,
You’re A Sack Of Something Else Sometimes,
I Laugh Uncontrollably
At Your Antics
And Inappropriate Chimes
About The Things You’d Really Like To Say To Your Boss,
Or Certain Friends Who Might Be Overdoing The Lip Gloss,
And What Types Of Clothing Are Just Too Close To Dental Floss
When You Came Through...
At The Intersection Of Lust, Dreams And Desire,
Where Crowded Clouded Skies
Yield To Chocolate Cream Sunsets,
Harbors Can’t Harness The Depths
Of Passion
So Pervasive You Can Taste It
You Make Me Laugh,
You’re A Sack Of Something Else Sometimes,
I Laugh Uncontrollably
At Your Antics
And Inappropriate Chimes
About The Things You’d Really Like To Say To Your Boss,
Or Certain Friends Who Might Be Overdoing The Lip Gloss,
And What Types Of Clothing Are Just Too Close To Dental Floss
When You Came Through...
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