The Poem Junction

The Poem Junction

Friday, May 16, 2014

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

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Friday, May 9, 2014

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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Friday, May 2, 2014

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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Friday, April 25, 2014

Say It

Should I say it?
Should I wait?
My feelings flow quite easily,
but these questions are much harder.

God knows it's a sin to dare say it first,
but I can't help and almost say it
every time we say goodbye.
I know that's probably really bad,
but I don't care
Because with you....
no one compares.
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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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Saturday, April 19, 2014

A Masterful Robbery

Even though I knew it was finished before it began,
even though I knew that I never truly had you,
even though you told me I had a chance,
it was only almost, but not quite.

Even though you told me you loved me,
you turned right back around and held someone else dear.
Even though I thought I was content,
I wanted all of you.
Even though you brought me to tears,
I thought it was worth it.
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Friday, April 18, 2014

Thoughts of a New Vision 67

"Minds infected with thoughts of silicone and coat-hangers
Priests and preacher are f**king more than gangbangers
Park Rangers are shut our with smoke of sins
Forgotten beauty covered up by lies and conspiracy
Plastic coating souls to hide all the hypocrisy"
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Monday, April 14, 2014

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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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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Infernus Part I

There was a land of gray and a sea of red
Painted by the blood that we have shed
If you got called, it is your turn to die
You don’t think but just comply
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