Dare to be Yourself.

The words, they bubble inside my head -
and leak out through my fingertips-
onto keyboards or paper through ink or lead, they must be freed, before the creation is dead.

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the memory of that love

is often mistaken

by the laughter that we have

 when in touch

because rekindling the thoughts

of such catastrophic woes

would bring us back to tears

hateful words, that broke those years

we will never be

what we once were

we’re broken in the end

and better left as friends

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I look down to my hands

and feet

fingers and my toes

I often wondered

how are those

so physically able?

when my heart trembles

mumbles, and stumbles

with its broken beats

it’s not capable to handle

another careless keeper

to not drop it, scrape it

crush the remains 

then hand it back to me

I’m steel gaurded with a key

don’t ask me to let you in

just for me to believe

then have you hand me

another broken piece of my

still constructing heart

that no longer beats

compassionately for a true love

with all it’s mishappen

sewed up, and bandaged,

cracked, crumbling, bruised

beauty

I am vulnerable

but not weak

I am strong

no longer naive

Don’t let me Believe

Let me see

proof is through actions that

speak

words are nothing but

pretty wrappings

charming but hiding

something within their

nice packaging

I’ve learned from my past

the mistakes have imprinted

at long last

not to trust a pretty smile

and perfect teeth

because the ugliness 

is buried deep

it’s in a dark soul

A pretender masked

with an angel’s face

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it’s a glimpse of a shadow

at the corner of my eye

is it really there

or is my brain telling a lie

I’m trying to function

to go on in this mess

this bizarre, fucked up wreck

is it a tragedy, or is it just life

leading me, bringing me

to my knees

teaching me humility

hitting the grimy, scumy floor

that I just want to tuck in my head

to my chest

close my eyes and just cry

that it’s all a bad nightmarish dream

or am I really digging the mud from my nails

is that blood, oh please let me see

the light, the dark is too frightening

who gets used to this terrible gleam

of dim lighting

somebody, hear my plea

please help me…

Permalink “We are Born like this Into this Into these carefully mad wars Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness Into bars where people no longer speak to each other Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings Born into this Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes” — Charles Bukowski
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a tit for tat

i tilt my hat

to you my dear beautiful girl

you are so lonely

i find you phoney

because the world loves your world

it’s drama inflicted

are you so conflicted

with your name on everyone’s lips?

i see the confidence in your eyes

and the truth that your lies hide

you are so eloquently clear

you deem to queerness

but really dearness

you are nothing but a fraud

you live tit for tat

so i tilt my hat

and bow and give applause

for pulling the wool over everyone’s eyes

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my chest has become restricted

a pain of heartache? 

or just a loss of breathe?

my heartbeat is numb

to the scathing jest

mocking, shocking,

repeatedly you sing the same song

the longer I hear it

the less i listen

you have no affect on me

and that kills your world slowly

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