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Three Act Poem

A selfie a day
Kept nothing away
I still lived in horror and fear
Under a sway
I’d live torn and frayed
Lost in a world unclear
I found in this way
That no one could say
Just why these fears would appear
So in doubt, I’d decay
Lonely, afraid
Even with friends far and near
Tis the new culture
The hip way to die
We stare towards our feet
When once we would fly
In hate, we find love
In truth, we find lies
For life ends with death
And laughs become cries
The madness we breed
The chaos we need
Incites what we breathe
As we plant our own seeds
In darkness, we see
The light, we reprieve
For our minds became muck
As we tapped at our keys
The wolves in sheep’s skin
Have long been let in
Convincing our kin
We still knew of sin
Dragged to the den
I watch with a cringe
As I write with my pen
You’re dead
Because you refused your own win

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Strangers’ Inspiration

Once within a midday dream
I heard a man began to sing
In his song, he sang of woe
Against an old, midnight foe
The man knew not the truth behind
The walls he built and doors sublime
But in his heart, he remembered true
A life once known before splitview
So in his mind, he made a song
A story to right every one of those wrongs
But still, his doom continued on
For the night was sent to end that dawn
And the man whose life extended past two
Began with force the truth to construe

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Just One Day Might

“Please!” She begged and screamed
As I split and broke and died
“Can’t this just be a dream?”
She spoke with eyes that cried
“This isn’t what it seems.”
As my hands her eyes did dry
But in the deepest things
I knew my soul was right
Out of this was birthed a body
A body of sound mind
Out of this was birthed a vision
A vision with hate intertwined
Out of this came an understanding
A thing that made me realize
Out of this came an expanding
Of the place I built from demise
Out of this was birthed a world
A world of truth and lies
A world that broke the premise
A world with love and spies
Out of this, this thing, this hope
I learned the final why
I learned the what and when
Of why I could not fly
I learned in all these secrets
The ones we privatize
That hate, and love, and genius
Are nothing but a prize
The rewards with which we give
The ones we idolize
Is nothing but to relive
A past to which we’re tied
So don’t walk that road so lonely
Don’t live to make one snide
For the monster you water like weeds
Just one day might come to life

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Firsttimer Poli

Once upon a time
I spoke out some things
I committed their crime
As I hung from some strings
I forgot how to cry
So I clipped my wings
It was then that I lost
My spot in the court of kings
Many of us have walked
Down a slope unsavory
And though we have talked
Of ending our slavery
We continue on down
Into the pits of our own
In which we will drown
Mere skin and mere bones
Those of us alive
We tell our stories
We fight and we strive
To escape territory
We pretend we’re alive
To strengthen allegory
When in truth, we continue
Into a place unholy
Alas, it is true
Of one road we partake
There are no two paths
There is simply heartache
None of us are different
We are all alike
In the fact that we hate and we love and we fight
Some stand within
A room of bounty
While others vomit in
A place unsoundly
And yet there are those
Who lived unopposed
Feasting on the division
We wear as our clothes
Them and their jesters
Juggle us on strings
While in deep submission
We clip our own wings
We live as the party, the joke, and the fraud
So a few men can laugh and pretend they are god
But once upon a time
I spoke out some things
This was in the days
When I knew I could sing
I yelled and I jabbered
I burned the circus ring
But the world would not listen
To the lie, they would cling
Perhaps there are a few
Who for truth, they do strive
Perhaps that is you
Who by honor abides
Perhaps, just maybe
You see not with eyes
Perhaps, just maybe
You live to never die
Perhaps in this world
There are those who hate lies
Perhaps there are those
Who enjoy the sunrise
Maybe in luck, there are those who don’t suck
But from what I have seen, they don’t give a fuck

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Girl

This poem is a letter
A single, knowledge setter
The words within will not abetter
They will not free your legs from fetters
That being said
And you being warned
I shall now fall dead
Into a time I once mourned
I shall open this letter
This single, knowledge setter
With an instance in which I was scorned
“No!” Said a man, with anger and rage
“You will not love, you will obey!”
“But what of this girl?” I asked in dismay
For this girl was one I adored
“No!” Said the man.
“No!” He would say
And further, my heart would implore
But the man’s heart was dead
And his head filled with dread
So I whispered to my heart “No more.”
And the beat of it fled
As it fell, torn to shreds
Scattered like dust on the floor
But a hope brought life
As my heart, it revived
Causing my body to soar
This girl, she was right
And her smile, it would light
The gloom of a doomed postwar
Together we walked
And together we talked
Briefly free of the chains on our feet
Together we sought
A life free of fraught
And in secret, we’d secretly meet
Then with a fright
I looked with my sight
At a horizon now made obsolute
I looked to my side
Where she once would abide
My happiness no longer replete
Gone away like the bird
Leaving a winter unheard
She had left, ran away on her feet
And as a wind made of were
Swept me away with a slur
I forgot what I once would recite
So in haste, I renewed
The love I’d subdued
Prepping my light to make bright
But in my stomach, I knew
Her love was askew
That destiny had decided this plight
So I laid it all down
And buried it in the ground
A fate with which I was alright
For my heart, it was healed
As much as it’d yield
And eventually, it would end this fight
And the girl, she would wield
A courage revealed
A courage stronger then might
For in leaving, she sealed
A strength like a shield
That coupled with a sword made of light
And I, now alone
Lived unatoned
For the times I had cried in the night
For these tears made of blood
Would flow like a flood
If my mouth these words not repeat
That I’m sorry, my dear
For the words that once seared
Through your spirit, neat and petite
No longer may I
No matter the why
Say “Hello.” with a nice friendly tweet
For our past is now closed
And we’re now opposed
On the points we once used to greet
Take no offense
I mean you no harm
So please make your anger disarmed
No matter our lies
I see with my eyes
That the world is lost and alarmed
So in closing, I say
On this now saddened day
That I wish through this mess you may find your way
For what we once had
Is withered and done
And this alright, though sad
And though you are brighter then the moon and the sun
I must say goodbye, comrade
Goodbye, Girl
Hello…

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Silent Mouth

At this time
I have no words
No words for you I have
My thoughts are fleeting like the birds
And my memory’s cut in half
I know that this must sound absurd
I’m sorry on creativity’s behalf
But my mind is tired, lost, and blurred
Like a sinking, ocean raft
I sit here now
With a silent mouth
Not knowing what to say
I’m scattered and spread from north to south
Just soaking up the rain
In my head, I know the dread
Of a mentally slow decay
But my heart is led, what’s to be said?
I won’t be another cliche
Why make a speech?
And sound like a leech
Off the kindness others give
Why must you beseech?
To make my soul breached
For in silence I wish to live
When it is time, my hands they will reach
And myself I shall forgive
But for now, I shall sit
Observing the it
Searching myself from within