Coping 23

I write words on this paper with hopes to make 'em sell
But what good does that do if I'm still going to hell
Come home high but ma can't tell
I am slowly falling into a bottomless well
Going down down and down
And never coming up
Maybe I should just say "fuck my life"
I'm too fed up
Tired of being shitted on
And never the "shitee"
Maybe that's why I smoke 'till I'm gone
And even if it's wrong, I'm still going strong
But I'm mentally weak
Got a lonely tear running down this cheek
Got no friends, no weed
I won't make it through the week
Life would be easier if I was a natural loner
Instead of trying to be a social stoner
And these are my real problems no one cares to know
cause ya'll are busy beating me down, 'till I'm down so low
Below the ground so far my head won't even show

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Vagner Prestige

Blame 26

Blame it all on me
If your blind, I'm the reason you can't see
If you got a STD, I'm the reason it hurts to pee
If you're losing, I'm the reason you're not in the lead
Blame it all on me

I'm the fault you lost your job
I'm the fault you got robbed
I'm the fault your job is to mop
Getting paid minimum wage
Still by yourself, at your age
I guess I'm the source of all your rage
Blame it all on me

'Cause I'll just sit here and take it
I don't give a fuck, no need to fake it
And if I'm the reason you didn't make it
Blame it all on me

Even if I'm half way cross the world
It's still my fault
That you're broken and missing a bolt
Or that you're lovely relationship came to a holt
Blame it all on me

But while I'm steady being the blame
I stare at your life, head down in shame
'Cause while you're blaming me for losing the game
I take responsibility for what I do
If I fuck up, I'll be the last one to blame you

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Vagner Prestige

Innocence

When they start to see what's written between the lines
When they concern themselves with the opinions of others
When they become self-conscious
When they go with the crowd
When they watch someone die
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Cracks

I walk along these cracked streets
Taking in every crevice, every patch
And cannot help but admire
its character throughout time.

By night, the rain fills in the openings between the asphalt
By day, the sun rises and the water fades away,
And I cannot help but understand
that this cracked street and I have a lot in common
as I look inward and consider
all of the cracks
in my own being.
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Taking Back the Night

We soldiered on,in cropped tops and torn jeans,
wielding soggy cigarettes
and shooting thin wisps of smoke in the dark.
Exposed are the small of our backs,
the length of our arms,
the sides of our breasts
to the passionate lover that is the night.
The rain is kissing and biting,fast and hard
while the cold leave sweet painful lashes
on our bare pale skin.
They do not bother us anymore,
we are used to the endless list of lovers
who has made their mark on our skin
but are gone before they could even fade.
There is nothing to do except bow our heads
and shake them off hoping that our mascara won’t smear.

By crazycutlady

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This Life That I Live

Why can't I do what I want to?
I've tried but I doubt I'll make it through
I want to exterminate myself 'till I'm cold and blue
Give me a rope and I'll make it true
Ending this understated life
To depart to my personal high-rise
That's waiting for me like a couple of spies.

No more having to deal with being alone
Or always annoying people and being wrong
Being dead is my destiny and I knew it all along
Only time I feel real is when I'm writing this poem
I'm tired of trying to be your illusion of satisfaction
I just want to kill myself to avoid further interaction
With people like you, who make death my fatal attraction
I'm on the "highway to hell" and my tires lost traction
I can't stop writing this because this pen is my heart
It's been fueling my rage from the very first start
But this is my way to try to not fall apart
And it's helping me, at least for the most part.

This poem is so real to me, it's my personal masterpiece
Dedicated to all the people who want to rest in peace
Because we are tired of people saying we are dried up grease
That's why I'm going to be in bliss when I cease to exist
Don't want to take part in your daily routine
I don't want to so rich I drive in a limousine
Don't want to so poor I eat nothing but saltines
Want to be in a world where there's no money and all hands are clean
Where time is an illusion that's known to everyone as obscene
Where every single day could be Halloween.

I guess that's just my own personal Shangri-La
Like waking up early and going fishing with my grand-pa
Or swinging on a swing he made with only wood and a handsaw
I feel trapped in these memories but they are so raw
And I can't escape them because that's the only time I felt loved
I actually had a family that I was a part of
But my mom decided for us to give up love for success
And now she wonders why I'm always depressed
Maybe it's because when we moved, my heart got compressed
Ever thought I needed my family instead of being alone in the U.S?
But it is too late, the damage is done
And now I won't be satisfied until I'm gone
I would stab myself in the heart but I have none
And now these sleeping pills are making me yawn
I hope that I don't make it until dawn.



I wrote this poem about 3 years ago when I was still attending high-school. I hope you liked this poem. More to come soon. Thank you for reading