justin byerline Poems

This world is filthy
It's time to take out the trash
Turn it to ash
So it wont be infectious
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Taking a tour through insanity
a trip of nostalgia
glances of faces
and places gone by
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All i have to do is leave a mark
just a mark, even a small one
And then my life would be alot more meaningful
and less meaningless
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Let it go
Let it flow
Watch the grass grow
Insted of falling back
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Give me a new way
To the dawn of a new day
FInd me a hoe
Hope her name isn't Joe
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Sometimes the only way to feel better
is to air our feelings
even if it is just to a piece of paper.
after all, a piece of paper can be more forgiving
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No one knows
where the old road goes
but we know where it comes from
as the cold wind blows
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when you spend your life fearing death
you'll spend your death hating life
carpe diem
drunk and alone
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That feeling went away
but now its back again
like a terminal disease
this feeling will never end
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The hour of the wolf is over!
we made it.. so it seems
one more day...
what will we do...
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