(302.) Pain
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Pain

As I sit and try to recollect.
Thoughts fly by far to fast to collect.

Pain

Talked with you of life and time.
Chewed out, complained, and generally whined.

Pain

Took a knife into your tongue.
Stabbed me deep within my lung.

Pain

Can't see straight and feeling bad.
I screamed at you and made you sad.

Pain

Thought my wrongs and counted my right.
Rainy day on a moonlit night.

Pain

Killed a dream that I dreamt.
Tried to retaliate in a feeble attempt.

Pain

Fell short to your wrath.
Walked into it's path.

Pain

Shot in a pinch.
By a cold hearted wench.

Pain

Please show mercy for me mother.
But you'll still take the pillow and smother.

Pain

You've cut me deep, I've cut you too.
I'm very sorry, and I love you.

Pain.

(303.) Alice
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I long to be.
I long to see.
The land beyond my stonewall.
A place where you can never fall.
Utopia of my love.
No God to worry about above.
We'll run away.
Night fade in today.
Perfect place of my dreams.
Where everything is more than it seems.
Won't you please come with me.
To the land above ground and below sea.
This peaceful land of my fathers.
To aggravate no one bothers.
I'd love to go.
Where the people show.
Me a perfect palace.
Run through Wonderland like Alice.
We won't grow old or decrepit.
I will seek out where you hid.
In this place of perfect harmony and greatness.
No one will dwell on your lateness.
I love you dear.
So won't you come near.
Travel the world and all it's places.
See new lands and meet new faces.
For when I'm with you I'm in this palace.
Now run with me and be my Alice.

(304.) Teen Angst
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Graceful arch here.
Serene dash there.
Careful planning on this part.
Make it straight line.
Give it a hint of red.
Paint in some soul.
To give it that special look.
Sketch in some love.
Make it one-of-a-kind.
Put your signature at the bottom.
Pour out your self onto the canvas.
Finger-paint the last smudge in.
Don't like what you've drawn?
Too late, resources are all gone.
I guess I'll meet you later.
In heaven or hell.
Suicidal teen.
Where will you go?


(305.) Peaceful Serenity
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Peaceful serenity.
Spread across infinity.

Pour your soul into mine.
Let the feeling flow down into your spine.

This exalted feeling you've never felt.
With this much pleasure you've never dealt.

Mind's ruse begins to ravel.
Places, people, you begin to travel.

With my love I progress.
Feelings for you I still confess.

Innate things we cannot control.
Wear around your neck as a stole.

Let everyone see what we created.
Who cares if it is shunned or hated.

It is ours.
Made from our internal powers.

Made from love, of dreams, and of life.
All which we happily have in rife.

Be proud of your love and your heart.
Pray that the two may never part.

I pray for us to be together.
Through today, tomorrow, and forever.

(306.) Lonely Heart
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O lonely heart, why do you weep?
She left and cut you deep.
Heal your wounds and raise your head.
The soul is torn, but it is not dead.
You can go on, you can heal.
Though your senses are numb, you can still feel.
So what if you loved her, and she loved you.
She rejected you and now your through.
Move on, and be pleased.
If you do this, your pains will be eased.
Do not lash out when she comes near.
Even if you once held her and called her dear.
Love may be forever, but relationships are not.
In her web of beauty you were caught.
Release yourself.
She has moved on herself.
Why can't you do the same?
Find another beast for you to tame.
Find comfort in another heart
Begin anew from the start.
Don't express your anger in dread.
Or your ties with humanity may soon be dead.
Wallow in your own sad mess.
Because you think you are hopeless.
Though the time may be tough.
Situations, talks, and glances are rough.
You still can move on towards tomorrow.
If only, you will forget your sorrow.
You were in love, you were with her, and you were in bliss.
But now that's gone, with her kiss.
Please move on, and live your life.
She was not forever, neither is your strife.

(307.) Cold Christmas
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"I'd love to give you all you asked for this year,"
Said mother with a smile filled with fear.

"But mommy's going through a tough time."
Finished her current grime.

Hear this speech every Christmas since I was small.
From short to tall.

Hard times and worse excuses.
With her bottles and drugs she abuses.

Never knew of Santa till I was nine.
The thought of it sends chills down my spine.

Lied to by my mother.
The one I held above any other.

Abused by her boyfriend and beaten by her drugs.
Slapped when I asked for hugs.

Never tried to quit her addiction.
If she says she has, they're lies of fiction.

I've seen how she acts when they're in our house.
Letting them slide their hand up her blouse.

She sickens me to no end, but I still love her.
And these feelings I shall never stir.

For though she is a slut and abuser.
Said excuse for a loser.

She is my mother and I shall take care of her when the drugs are gone.
And the last prick has withdrawn.

So my lesson to you who hear my plight.
Pick your battles and choose when you fight.
So you child won't have a cold Christmas night.


(308.) Inside Me
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If I wrote you a poem.
Would you read it?
Would you care?
I could write you a thousand poems.
But not a one would mean a thing.
If you didn't like a single word.
I wish I could pour my every being out.
Put it in a poem
and show you.
But I can't.
No matter how much I try.
I just can't.
If I could only show you the god damned words.
The feelings.
The me.
I can't though.
I'm a failure.
But you treat me as a king.
I love you.
Please don't leave.
I'm crying.
The thought of you, leaving me.
I cry.
I weep.
I just want to hold you.
Nothing more,
just hold me
and tell me it will
all be ok.
Please
do this for me.
So I can sleep at night.
And not worry that you will go.
I will grow old.
You will follow.
I will guide you into eternity.
If only you will hold my head.
Make sure you get to heaven.
Even if it mean I go to hell.
Anything for you.
Because you are my guiding force.
My guiding me.
You are my love.
So stay by me.
Because I love you.
And that is the only
thing inside me.
I can truly
show you.


(309.) 12 Days Of Court
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12 people murdered.
11 witnesses badgered
10 different reasons
9 of them are treasons
8 on the jury.
7 years of fury.
6 lawyers lying.
5 ways of dying.
4 death penalties.
3 mothers crying on their knees.
2-life span.
and 1 innocent man.


(310.) Cracked Earth
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Earth crack bane.
The man goes insane.
Bends down curve.
To the master they will serve.
Cut a tree.
You too shall be free.
Severe your arm.
Protect you from the harm.
Here we come.
Running to get some.
Expect the end.
With love God shall send.
We're in apocalypse.
As lovers touch lips.
Thrust with love.
In defiance of above.
Sin run wild.
Raping women taking child.
Hell on Earth.
Condemned at birth..
Released from womb.
Sealed in another tomb.
Four horsemen ride.
With their smiles o so snide.
See with eyes.
Hate them and despise.
Sealed your fate.
You bit into their bait.
Now it's gone.
As the sun cracks dawn.
All is still.
As I scribble with my quill.
I tell you.
The human race is through.
Why, you ask?
You were not up to task.
Who am I?
Why did I not die?
I am Me.
It is who I choose to be.
Why the riddle?
Sad sung song with a fiddle.
I am Lucifer.
The one that they do refer.
Bow in fear.
Because I am so near.
Close your eyes.
As you fall from the skies.
Now say goodbye.
Cry your final cry.
Hell is waiting.
It is deliberating.
What to do,
With you.


(311.) Merry Footsteps
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I step.
It step.
We steps.
It steps.
Followed by the footsteps.
As it crepts.
Can't you see?
The foot print behind me.
Crushing snow under foot.
Pushing ice and soot.
Those footprints are not mine.
They send shivers up my spine.
Who is following my wake.
It's a ghost I would stake.
Footprints doubled up on my path.
Whoever it is shall feel my wrath.
What's this wrapped around my waste.
It makes me run in haste.
I am not scared and shall not run!
Being afraid is not fun.
O it's you my dear.
Holding me o so near.
I love you and you love me.
Why is it with me you choose to be?
You're my ghost and my specter.
I lean in close to inspect her.
Yeah she's real as me and you.
Her existence must be true.
But a girl that loves me for I?
It can't be true, my senses lie.
But she's here and following my feet.
And her feeling around my waist cannot be beat.
I'm in love and she is too.
I hope you have a Merry Christmas like I do.


(312.) Fallen
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Scar tissue running down my flesh.
On top of bone on top of mesh.
Free spirit, loyal soul.
Stripped of freedom and made null.
I am chosen to protect you.
But I am through.
No freedom, no being.
Pain blocks my seeing.
Cut off my dignity and spat in my face.
I long for one's warm embrace.
Blessed are the children of God.
Decide fates of others with a simple nod.
End lives that should be eternal.
Beauty to them is external.
I was beautiful and angelic.
A perfect, priceless relic.
But now I am scarred and hideous.
Secluded and mysterious.
They cut my wings and grounded me.
No longer do I fly free.
They deny,
My right to fly.
Fallen angel to the Earth.
Misery is all that you give birth.

(313.) You're Better
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People, places, thing, and time.
Spun together within this rhyme.

Pictures I may not draw.
But I will spin you words that leave you in awe.

I can sketch a work or two.
But I will never be as good as you.

You may write a song.
That makes everyone sing along.

And I will congratulate you for your fame.
Praise and cherish your name.

If I do this for you my friend,
A good word for my work you will send?

Or will you continue to say that I'm a hack.
Turn away and show me your back.

Friendships, loves, and endless ties.
Torn away by your hate and despise.

I'm sorry that I have hurt you so.
But to your premiere I will still go.

You may hate me all you want, but I will still be by your side.
For my love for you, I cannot hide.

Sing your song, draw your art.
By your side I will never part.

Better than me you may be.
But a kind word is all I want to see.

I don't know why you don't like my words.
They're just as beautiful as your hand-drawn birds.

But I know you hate them anyway.
So I will wait for your praise one day.

I'll continue to write my worries and my scares.
Even if....no one, not even you, cares.


(314.)dark,
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Good night me
Good night bed
Good night god
Good night cat

despair
set  in
as I lie
monster in the
dark,
corner of my eye

give birth to
fear and imagination
set forth
my minds
dark,
creation

sun has died
moon was born into
this world of hopeless hope
pictures hang grim
dark,
but so beautifully do they mope

someone is
watching me
as I lie in bed
and stare out into the
dark,
I feel them, they are dead

let them do
with me what they will
lie in bed
not make a move of fear of the
dark,
do I stay still

there can
be nothing out
there in this night
o so very
dark,
so why do I fright

forget these child
ish fears
think of my love
there is nothing out in the
dark,
what makes me scared these years

good morning doubt
good morning fear
good morning moon
good morning
dark,

(315.) I Love
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          I                      L
         OVE                    KAS
        S   I                  R   E
       N     E                S     H
      E       LL            EL       Y
      W       ITH          ALL       O
      F        MYH        EAR        T
       A        NDIA    ALWA        Y
        S         WILLAsLO         N
         G         ASSHEW         I
          L         LLET         M
           E         TH         I
            S                  I
             P                R
              O              M
               I            S
                E          T
                 O        Y
                  O      U
                   A    N
                    D  H
                     ER  


(316.) Wisdom Of The Sage
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Gently as the giggle glides down,
her sweet stomach.
As my hand reverses her frown
to the other way.

I gently wash the wall,
clean of blemish.
As if there were any on this fall
en angel oh so fair.

Slight of hand makes quick,
work of the prison.
As I harness her in thick
of my own passion.

She grabs tight over the key,
to the door.
Just to glance at in glee
the wonderland beyond.

Like putty in her clutch,
over my heart.
I fall and tremble to her touch
of my being.

I retaliate with a thrust of force,
knocking her through the door.
Into the great source
of the wonderland.

We rest as if struck by fear,
of God's wrath.
Do not go too near
nor to far.

Respecting youth and age,
not doing to much.
With wisdom of the sage
we gently touch.



(317.) Pity?
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If I looked away in wonder.
Of the fury that you tore asunder.
Would you take pity on me?
Or is that fury that you want me to see?
If I were hit by the shrapnel’s of your torment.
Would you look at me in lament?
Or am I too weak to perceive what you mean?
Should I neither be heard nor seen?
Have I failed you?
Is this true?
I know I am to be strong.
And I did hold out for so long.
But you took me down still.
Dove for my throat with intent to kill.
I am weak.
Decrepit and meek.
That is why I whine and complain.
Your actions are driving me insane.
If I give up, will you hate my being?
The actions that I am seeing.
Can they come from this poor frail.......thing?
With resonance of when an angel sing!
Able to massacre and slaughter.
With the eyes of the judge's daughter.
I'll look away.
And pray that you'll show pity on this day.

(318.) Wizards, and blades, and knights, oh my!
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Wizard’s and blades, and knights, oh my!
Magic, and rainbows, and dragons all gracing the sky.

World of magic, myth and fames.
Countless creatures with impossible names.

Wheels and rings.
God's and the return of kings.

Fantasy mixed with dreams.
Mind's imagination, bursting at the seams.

Apply your stories and your mind.
Weaving stories that are one of a kind.

Damsels and castles the knight must scale.
Bring to the kingdom a wonderful tale.

He'll tell you of journeys across the land.
How he knows the fair maiden like the back of his hand.

Think of a world unlike our own.
Is it something that you wish to be shown?

Medieval dreams and such.
Wish you could, if only touch.

But they are what I said.
Dreams thought up in your head.

So keep living in our world of scars.
With highways, buildings, and cars.

Sorry it's not what you had wish it to be.
But make the most of life, change and you'll see.

Life is nice, even without all the magic.
Even if at times, this life is a bit tragic.

(319.) Blank
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Blank slate.
Dissipate.
I hate.
My fate.
To rule this
Abyss.
Fuck void.
I'll avoid
Another catastrophe.
For you and me.
If you,
Love me too.
We'll be together.
Forever.
Ruling over my land.
With Queen in hand.
Maybe it won't be so bad.
It was you I never had.
Will you rule with me?
Is that where you choose to be?
By my side
Feelings for me you'll never hide?
Then it must be so.
To the chapel we shall go.
We'll rule this kingdom come.
That is, if you want some.

(320.) Drip
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Drip.
It falls from my fingertip.
Pulsing out the cut.
Carved out a deep rut.
When it strolled into my life.
It brought it's friends pain and strife.
Blood pouring out my body.
The craftsmanship of this vessel is shoddy.
Bullets, No.
Not somewhere a knife would go.
This wound comes from my heart.
Where you reached in and tore it apart.
I'll miss you in my final daze.
Thoughts of the actions are still a haze.
Did you ever really love me, did you ever really care?
Do I ask this with my final breathe, do I dare?
Neigh, I shall just lie here and bleed to death.
It would pain me more to hear your breathe.

(321.) Ifs and Buts
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if its and buts
were candies and nuts
would you still love me?
is happy something we can be?
if almost only counts in horseshoes
and hand grenades, why do you sing the blues?
I loved you with all my heart
from our broken start
but you sing your song of woes
and the hurtful places it goes
so my question for you
and I want to know if it is true
if its and buts
were candies and nuts
would you still love me?



(322.) Shift Change
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The dawn cracks the light over the grounds.
The nightshift is taking it's final rounds.

Morning soldiers are pouring into their places.
Peering over their coffee they say goodbye to the many faces.

Early morning dew still crusts everything around.
The bell alarms and everyone can hear the sound.

Going home to rest for tomorrow.
A tiny bit of sympathy is all they ask to borrow.

But they get nothing but a pat on the back.
They try their best to stay awake so they can go home and hit the sack.

Shift change at the plantation.
The new guards change the stereo to their favorite station.

Rocking out to the soft sultry beat.
Lean back in their chair and put up their feet.

Clocked in and ready to work for hours.
Day dreaming of having super powers.

Still groggy from the morning commute.
Everyone's holding their tongues and the scene is mute.

Wasting away their lives in this pointless job.
Hours upon hours the building will rob.

Sucking their soul from the their very being.
Their misery and suffering no one is seeing.

Bored with life and this meaningless existence.
Read the Bible but still have no repentance.

Something new to try maybe?
Go home to my wife, have a baby.

Find a new job and start a new life.
Get away from this torturous strife.

The deciding moment for the rest of his days.
Do you think he will leave or in the end stays?

I think he's tired of everything and everyone.
And with this life he will soon be done.

Tie the rope tightly around the pole.
Turn off the lights that are sucking his soul.

Stand on the chair and smell the dew.
Jump in the air and his life is through.

Shift change in his mind.
The final shift change, one of a kind.

(323.) Picture This
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I'll paint a picture, of you, me, and the Earth.
I'll hang it over the hearth.

We'll show it off to our guests when they come over.
With trees, animals, life, and a four leaf clover.

It'll be really neat.
This picture will not be beat!

But there's something wrong with this image, I can't draw.
Though my stick figures are some of the best you've ever saw.

Oh well, I'll pain anyways.
Of life, love, hours, and days.

I'll include you, you're that streak of pretty.
If only there were a better color, what a pity.

I'll include me, I'll be the White stripe.
A dash of your fruit, doesn't it look so ripe?

Like I could pick it straight from the picture and eat you up.
I'll paint in a river so pure you can fill up a cup.

A sky so blue you could fly forever.
A few hidden jokes, aren't I so clever?

Even if I can't paint.
I'll stroke the board till I feint!

Maybe if I could use some of your soul.
I'm sure this beautiful thing would make my picture whole.

Ah for when this day comes, I want you to pose for me.
So I can paint you in the picture and show all those who want to see.

Just having you grace the canvas makes me swoon.
I'll have to paint the picture, very soon!

Because you inspire me, to paint the world.
Into a mish mash of colors onto the canvas swirled.

No, I'm not talking about an actual picture.
That would require me to do work about the fixture.

I'm talking about my general life.
It's so beautiful like wood carved with a knife.

Sculpture of perfect ness immortalized forever.
Life wasn't always so beautiful, but you came in and evil's ties did sever.

I saw you a smiled so big.
Grander than a tree, more fragile than a twig.

You make my day and life perfect to be in.
Now it is time for me to paint a picture, shall I begin?


(324.) Forgive Me?
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If I were a sailor, would you sail with me?
Maybe I could be a an artist, if I made a painting, would you want to see?
When I say I'm sorry, will you be able to forgive?
Or in this moment, will we forever relive?
I feel bad now, will you comfort my mind?
Mend my bones, and get me out of this bind?
Maybe if I gave up, stop meddling and forget.
Would you still claim me, or will I be just a regret?
So many questions, that I have to ask you.
Am I really a monster, can this be true?
If it must be so, then please don't look.
I am nothing but a rapist, a murderer, and a crook.
If I am unforgiven, then I must be cast out.
Left to rot in my filth, in pain I must shout.
I truly am sorry, that I have caused you pain.
When I ask for forgiveness, will it be in vain?
I ask you these questions, and hope you tell me in truth.
Have I helped you, or just corrupted your youth?
I know you care for her, and I do too.
But please don't tell me, it's truly through.
I give up, fall to my knees.
Will you forgive me, please?

(325.) Am I Caring Enough Yet
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Mother used to tell me, that I was one of a kind.
That I would grow up, and blow away her mind.
My love tells me I’m sweet.
That I cannot be beat.
Friends tell me they trust me.
How can this be?
Am I really one of a kind in this world of clones?
Is that my voice, drowned out by the moans?
Father used to say.
That I was so caring, each and every day.
Cats would walk up and purr.
But to all these people, did it ever occur?
That maybe I'm not good enough.
I don't have the right stuff.
To meet your dreams.
That I don't know more than it seems.
I think I do.
This is true.
But I am no better or worse.
So what if I can write a verse.
They mean nothing to me if I can't meet your expectations.
Even when I reach my limitations.
I am good nor bad.
I'll cheer you when you're sad.
If I do fail.
Exposed to my bones so frail.
Would I still be caring?
Brave and daring?
Would I just be another clone who thinks he has an answer to this life.
Or am I just me, caught up in the strife?
Question marks and periods cannot express how I feel.
Like this world is all too real.
So they say I'm caring, sweet, and mature.
But why can they all so sure?
I will try my hardest to please.
So you can set your mind at ease.
Even if you call me flawless.
I will give no more, no less.
Just myself to you and your woes.
By your side is where it goes.
Is that caring enough for you my friend?
Or is it time for me to end?
This poem of periods and questions that will never be,
Set before your eyes for you to see.
I am no more, I am no less.
I claim my rights, my sins I hereby confess.

(326.) Out Of My Mind
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I was walking with a ghost.
A shapeless mean old host.
You lied to my face.
Delivered with a cold-hearted embrace.
You were not even there.
How could you possibly care?
But now, you're out of my mind.
No longer do I think you're kind.
Specter of a broken dream.
Your nothing but a shoddy beam.
To support your lust.
Actions you take not just.
You're out of my life.
Ending this strife.
You're out of my sight.
No longer will I fight.
For your attention.
You have no good intention.
Good-bye and adieu.
We are through.
Maybe in the next life span.
You will be a man.
Something more than just a thief.
That is my belief.
You're out of my mind.