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My Poetry
so many me
but only one people get to see
the rest are laid down on pages
writing late at night
that's when the monster comes out
and that's when I feel at home
like a vampire giving into his urges
it's as natural as the animals
but life isn't so simple
a sex addict
if only in my fantasies
dreaming of being care free
naturally drawn towards beauty
writing another page
as a wall to remind me
what it means to be that guy
so another side to hide
the love drunk freak with no barriers
can only imagine the feel, sight, smell
sometimes it sucks being so well
disciplined
and then there's the anger
the man that refuses to accept betrayal
when you look me in the eyes
then lie
has me dreaming
of going to the hardware store
buying a lead pipe, duck tape, and rope
fuck you, your wife, and your ugly kids
god, I hate that evil
guess I'm a upstanding citizen
so I'll write a few pages
then walk away
with every low I also get fantastic highs
losing myself in my competitive side
I wish I had the words to describe
how it feels to do a good job
coming home to a house full of love
a perfect moment can also get fearful
so I start overthinking
hearing negativity in my head
not overly religious but I still pray
and I get the same reply
doubt is the devil
so many me
but only one me people get to see
and that man isn't a man at all
it's a robot
remember to smile, laugh, shake hands
while the real me is stuck in poetry
but only one people get to see
the rest are laid down on pages
writing late at night
that's when the monster comes out
and that's when I feel at home
like a vampire giving into his urges
it's as natural as the animals
but life isn't so simple
a sex addict
if only in my fantasies
dreaming of being care free
naturally drawn towards beauty
writing another page
as a wall to remind me
what it means to be that guy
so another side to hide
the love drunk freak with no barriers
can only imagine the feel, sight, smell
sometimes it sucks being so well
disciplined
and then there's the anger
the man that refuses to accept betrayal
when you look me in the eyes
then lie
has me dreaming
of going to the hardware store
buying a lead pipe, duck tape, and rope
fuck you, your wife, and your ugly kids
god, I hate that evil
guess I'm a upstanding citizen
so I'll write a few pages
then walk away
with every low I also get fantastic highs
losing myself in my competitive side
I wish I had the words to describe
how it feels to do a good job
coming home to a house full of love
a perfect moment can also get fearful
so I start overthinking
hearing negativity in my head
not overly religious but I still pray
and I get the same reply
doubt is the devil
so many me
but only one me people get to see
and that man isn't a man at all
it's a robot
remember to smile, laugh, shake hands
while the real me is stuck in poetry
Published 19th Jan 2025
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19th Jan 2025 12:15pm
They say that the pen is more mighty than the sword as they both cut both ways deeper than deep into the deepness of the mind and heart and spiritual subconsciousness of the truth of the soul 🪬 SHAMAN 🪬
19th Jan 2025 5:58pm
28th Jan 2025 12:19pm
Great piece ,dear DC🔥
Keep on spilling your thoughts....you are a great poet 🌹
Keep on spilling your thoughts....you are a great poet 🌹
