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Dear god, the last few years have been kinda crazy
I nearly died and smoked until my purple mind was hazy
Wavy on my own wave, I had to do it my way
Until the wave ate me, still you saved me somehow
Sometimes this life can really have a nigga dumbfound
And wind me up until a girl had me unwound
But were you there when I nearly drowned?
Or did I drag myself out of the deep end? Tears of a clown
Please listen up cause I’ve got a lot to say
But you don’t give fuck, another death another day
Am I wrong? Dear god am I wrong?
I nearly died and smoked until my purple mind was hazy
Wavy on my own wave, I had to do it my way
Until the wave ate me, still you saved me somehow
Sometimes this life can really have a nigga dumbfound
And wind me up until a girl had me unwound
But were you there when I nearly drowned?
Or did I drag myself out of the deep end? Tears of a clown
Please listen up cause I’ve got a lot to say
But you don’t give fuck, another death another day
Am I wrong? Dear god am I wrong?
Literature
Losing It
I'm kind of going crazy,
I'm caught inside my mad mind.
Ten different things weigh me down, but I'm still fine!
The words are coming slowly, my mind is on a slur.
I can't string this poem, because the brain is on a blur!
And I get so frustrated, I tear away at skin;
The hair is falling down and the voices make a din!
I wanna shut them out, but I can't find a key,
So all that I can do is simply shut away the ME.
Literature
The Bookcase Brought You To Your Knees
I see your bookcase has brought you to your knees
Because there was too much beauty on its shelves
The dust settled on the sleeves is the book's disease
Trying to hide the story it has to tell
It has grown thicker with every passing year
Shipwrecked words are now beginning to sink
Beneath a sea of silt silent suffering
Now you finally catch a glimpse of the link
Just because the book has remained unused
It does not mean its beauty will diminish
Just because you’ve been hiding in the shadow
It does not mean that your story has finished
You will crawl from the shadows to your feet
Like you’re slowly evolving to upright man
Homo e
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Piano
She learned to play her piano
When she was just but three -
Her songs were light, inspiring,
And always full of glee.
She lost a key when she was six,
Another’s she ‘came 8,
But never played them, anyway:
They were a kind of weight.
So she thought not upon them,
And instead, she let them go.
No need to have them take up space
For songs she didn’t know.
Her songs became more beautiful,
As she did, at fifteen,
But there came errors: body changed,
Mind same - she, caught between.
The boyfriend she picked was her first;
To him, she was his four.
And when he left, she was bereft -
3 more keys met the floor.
The songs she pla
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I have not smoked or such, but I can see where you are coming from with this.
Personally, part of the reason I have not done such is because of my poetry. It has kept me sane so far, but inside my head, unbeknownst of most around me, possibly of any, I am cracking.
Technically, I have been a Christian for several years, but am I really? ...I know not. I cannot comfortably give a solid yes when asked.
Personally, part of the reason I have not done such is because of my poetry. It has kept me sane so far, but inside my head, unbeknownst of most around me, possibly of any, I am cracking.
Technically, I have been a Christian for several years, but am I really? ...I know not. I cannot comfortably give a solid yes when asked.