Mission 93

I am writing this just to keep sane
Stop switching lanes and deal with the pain
I'm going to stay same and never give in to shame
I don't see this as a game, what I'm saying is real
That's why you feel every line that I spill
Every emotion comes from the notion
That we are the panacea for the poison
Explosion of our hearts started with the sparks
That ignited our greed amidst the dark
So now we find ourselves led by the misled
Bred like a hoard of cattle waiting to be shred
We focus on materials and ignore the cries
'Cause it's easier to watch from an iPad, as a baby dies
We work, struggle, and beg for a promotion
Instead of pouring our hearts into a positive devotion
Every person fueled by their own ambition
And integrity is at loss on our way to this mission

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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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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Notes 16

Why does life have to be so hard?
Why can't I just take a knife to the heart?
Rise above this earth and depart
Everyday I'm getting pierced with darts
I don't like this shit, it's not how I wanna live
I'm tired of being the sweat on your sleeve
I wanna get away from this shit so I can breathe
Thinking too much, can't free my mind
It's like depressing thoughts got me in a bind
I try to not mind but it's hard when you're on the grind
Always against the flow, and never on your mind
Never on your team cause I'm not meant to gleam
Or maybe life's about the need to feel wanted
To be in the lead and always be complemented
But how am I to do that when I'm not even noted
People always eat at me until they are bloated
And in the end I'm just the sheep being hoarded
No choice, no sense of direction
No point of pursuing perfection
Because I will always get the door, too used to rejection
I will never be your knight in shining armor
or your superhero with a cape
But don't worry about me, eventually I'll make my escape
If I get enough balls to leave the states
To finally embrace a life where I can't be traced
Where my shoes do not have to be laced
And I don't have to come face to face with myself, the disgrace.

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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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Catullus 16 (Warning Graphic Language)

I will sodomize you and face-fuck you,
Cocksucking Aurelius and bottom-man Furius,
You who think that I'm a pussy
Because of my delicate verses.
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A Grand User Submission

My life is now my delusion,
A world made of fantasies.
Happiness is no longer the illusion,

My life is my new disease.

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this is darkness, but this is love

you have me reeling through the middle of the night
emotions rocking and clock tocking in the wee hours
of the darkness and stillness of this velvety blackness
the constellations laugh down at me while i laugh up
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Untitled 93

I give a f**k about your decision
Indecision narrowing my vision
Fusion tearing apart my mission
Soul lost and never knew the reason
Treason comes with sadness,
changes sooner that seasons
Meanings are forgotten and beaten 'till we aren't breathing
Leaning on the stronger one but he's depending on the weaker
Had a beaker full of hopes, now it's so much bleaker
Feeling sicker than a killer and Jack the Ripper
Narrow minded 'cause my whole life I've been sleeping deeper
Weeping from a life that has no meaning
Fiending for a breath of cancer and the skill to come out winning.

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Fictional Realities

Submerged in books and words
I have become obscure.
When the tides of my ocean subside
I will absorb all life if ever I can reach the shore.

The coarse realities of life leave me lovelorn.
My ardent fervour is slowly becoming muted
as I struggle to keep my head above water.
It is the gaping sky, the splendour of merging colours
that keeps me upright.

I am impotent to the yawning ocean,
frustrated by my languishing infatuations
that increase, heave and swell
until I can hold it no longer and all comes gushing out
leaving me empty and forsaken, cold in a desolate place
with only my eccentricity for company.

©J Cole

Special Needs School Bus Driver Poem

I see your pain through your sadden eyes
Your disability I reconize

You cannot speak but i know what you say
Because I am with you everyday
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A user submitted poem by "heldinhishands"

this darkness behind my eyes
cannot be contained.
I am haunted with
questions of beauty
and why mine refuses
to be unveiled.
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An Astoundingly honest user poetry submission

I lose myself in the thoughts
of these sinful wants.
it is truly so sinful,
for I envy every beautiful thing
that catches your attention faster than
I ever could.

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The Search

I was there,
but I also
was not.

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Shattered

My primitive mind seeks knowledge of the unknown

My selfish deeds seek condolence of thine heart

My weary thoughts know nothing of remorse.....

The unknown is something I have not found,

The feeling of selflessness, love, and happiness....

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My Mind is my enemy by Chouaib

My Mind is my enemy

                        My heart is full of misery

Born again through every truth I realize

                    I will never understand why you lied

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Introvert

Hiding behind words because my soul hurts.
Mind is weary and all empty tonight as I look inside
trying to find a stronger way to be around people
who leave me uncomfortable,
feeling negatively rejected. I am introspective,
introverted, lack the confidence of the extrovert.
I say too much and it means too little.
Sometimes I get the impression,
I am deeply shallow.

©J Cole

A Poem by Justin Davis

Twisted ships are dragging drifting off your jagged dreams.
Crystal waves sweep muddied eyes in silent disbelief.
Whisper flames into my ear.
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Go To Hell

I've never known love,
Never been taken care of,
Never been held tight,
Never been told it will be alright.

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The Great Storm, A Poem by Mr. Brunker

I’m no God but neither is he.
He doesn’t hold her the same.
His hands are heavy and every time.
Every time he touches her hips she bruises.
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