justin byerline Poems

You'll write me off alright
like some stranger in the night
some have said i am fake
and will kill anything i can take
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Destroy your remorse
and you will live a regretless life
until then you will regret everything
that everyone else has labelled as wrong or imoral
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While you sleep
i have room to think
and take a drink
wondering why i was so mad
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If you have been inspired
by this chicken scratch
that came from this lad
drunk and tired
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He aked himself
'am i insane'
as he brushes his horse maine
'or do i just like to create'
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Grave yards
slave yards
a pile of leaves
a pile of thieves
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One night i was laying there
and my girl walked in
since then i havent felt so down
she smiled at me
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I am writing with a pencil
and a peice of paper
because soon i will need a staple
to hold this book together
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My subconcious stares back at my past like a painting in the sixteenth chapel
Like something was left behind and its telling me to go back and get it
Though both my subconcious and my concious existence know i cannot
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tell me you are free
and I'll tell you you're a liar
to be truthful would be to take a different road
then that of your politician or parent
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