In a home full of open doors, open windows, car keys, and motivation,
Nothing can move a poet burning with inspiration:
Rolling on sleep deprivation,
Needing a word-ly separation...
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It plops into the water,
A monster,
As the steam snaking from the bath
Creates for me a vivid mirage of emotions.
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I can never write a thing
For lack of simply writing.
The same for hate and loving..
So, both, maybe I should start.
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When I was littler I walked around blind
To the color of my skin...
It wasn't until I got SUNBURNED
That I realized...
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Lay us both upon a bed.
Not a word need to be said.
Sounds just seem to vaporize:
Time to metamorphisize.
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Untouched by filthy hands that'd wish to mar my self restraint
Pressure from all those around try for my heart to taint
Won't give in to my mind, I'll fight to stay until I feel
The need for just one other to cause true love to me seem real
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Sifting through the wreckage of the life I used to lead;
Only shattered dreams and broken masks I once did need.
Setting of my jaw with shadows dangling on my chin-
Wondering where to stop before I feel I should begin.
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Before I lay my head to rest-
I've some things left to say.
Please dear God don't bury me
Before the dawn of day.
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