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PaperMate (explicit)
I am my own best friend,
me and my burning pen.
Together alone
through everything
we have been,
my papermate and I
find myself, I lose my way,
I lose myself, I find my way,
I come back around again
then square I go,
alone.
Cut the nose, spite the face,
I got pride, I got space,
not a number, not a mistake.
Slave never
a sheep black as me
so black I am the light,
...
Thursday 24th August 2017 10:47 am
Rope
I shut it down
when it gets too loud
and I go back
underground.
I feel it like a thud,
dull but hollow,
loud and shallow.
I wallow, I bellow.
I hope, I hope
then I damn the hope
down the hole,
throw the rope.
I’m afraid,
afraid of my brain,
afraid of the rain,
my pain,
the words on the page,
the ever growing rage,
the crushing despair,
the hate.
No mo...
Monday 10th April 2017 5:25 pm
Edge
Sometimes I’m here,
others elsewhere,
gone, lost in my head,
a round, a square.
Underground,
disappointment frowns.
At my best always
when there’s nothing left
and all I ever do
is stand on the edge.
©JM.Cole
Sunday 22nd January 2017 1:08 am
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