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lies

why is it that

everyone says how

things will get better?

And at first you won't believe them.

 

but then as soon as

you get your hopes up

it all goes down.

And you cry, because you believed them.

 

again here comes the hole

that eats you whole

And then you say you won't believe anymore.

 

you are me.

and i am you.

we are both

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Glass Paint

I am a weaver of words. Make no mistake I said words, not wisdom.
I am a coniessuer of simulies, and synonyms.
My shelves are lined with glass beakers and tubes containing syllables, but I am no alchemist.
Make no mistake, though, I am a poet.
I will reach for the sharpest edges of your mind, and whether I come home with lifelong scars or your lifelong adoration - I don't mind.
No, I don't be...

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Candlelit Cigarette

All these new things, 

Happening. 

Time passes through me like a breeze - 

But the hours feel like eternity. 

These cigarettes hurt me, 

But I can still breathe - 

My heart skipping beats - 

Occasionally. 

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Aiming

Aiming for nothing but net,
that is, a net worth of one billion George Washington
Dollar bills paying off these utility bills and moving up to Beverly Hills

Aiming to satisfy my lust and greed, but yet 
I feel this birth curse called sin, weighing me down like a ton
a ton of bricks falling back to back on my back - dying of cheap thrills!

Aiming to turn this all around 
forget the rhyme sch...

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Grips of Depression.

Beneath a dull, greying sky - I lay, and I watch -

You stand there on hard earth

With your outstretched arms,

Beckoning me close,

And within your eyes - resides a coldness,

And I dare say - 

Belies a desperation, a vanity that encloses your heart.

Your face is a scarred mass of distrust,

And you're twisted and crippled

Yet, you've lived on -

In an endless parade of in...

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Soft Money

Deciding
To be kind
For those in need
I gave money off hand.

But soon
I turned cruel
When many took my giving
A for granted rule!

Savory,
Spoils many
Soft money.

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