Kid of Los Angeles Poems

Drenched in the light of candlewick
Enlightened by the dance of the flames trick.
Surrounded by a supposed reference to womb,
A supposed “home” I assume.
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Drenched in the light of candlewick
Enlightened by the dance of the flames trick.
Surrounded by a supposed reference to womb,
A supposed “home” I assume.
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Math days
Numbers
Mind in a slumber
Body peaking to hibernation
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Living amongst the webs
crawling, falling, starving for lies.
Truth serves as the venom for certain death,
slowly bleeding soul onto your square inch of pavement.
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Now is the time.
Yet time is a sand that flitters through broken fingers.
Weary and ongoing, old man Time ticks lives of seconds.
In duration of these seconds, elders preach to the missionaries.
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Deep, dark acidity.
The devil wraps his tongue around those within the true testament.
Heaven and light holds nothing but a beautification of a pit in hell.
The satans tongue drops with such acidity and poison,
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It ruined my life. School.
A torture chamber in the form of a box.
Little ants of different colors scatter about within.
They drag you down like little leaches on the social ladder.
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Why, Why, Why
Why doeseth he look the other way?
Am I strange, hideous dark?
True, True, True.
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Glass has shattered.
Clocks have stopped.
Flowers have unbloomed.
Life has come to a standstill.
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So unhappy. So lonely.
Such a failure.
Death is a frequent visitor.
Constantly chatting with my thoughts.
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