What should be taken(sample)
Erik Rodriguez
4/6/16
Poetry Slam
Necessity of life in the afterlife is just to be remembered right
Offer myself as a sacrifice so that i will be heard even by the deaf type
Separated from humanity already even if I’m shipwrecked
So a loyal companion’s aid into my head’s war would be appreciated,
Even if they are accidently drafted
Give me a sense of purpose because the six senses don’t,way of life is just pitiful
My flowers are forbidden to grow from concrete,on top of my dreams an
Armory holds me at gunpoint rather be killed in comparison to be sweared
At and sentenced into a state of destitute,how could anyone have knew
Since my mask is always on,super glued on,can’t figure out who I am.two parts,
Can be used as art,in contrast for brightness my,my mind where is it I’ve lost it in
The uncharted darkness
What would I need if on a deserted island, a knife nice perfect timing to measure
How much I can walk before my neck stops bleeding and I leave the scene
Never leave evidence like the best serial killer,what’s the will for,why don’t I do it
Book would be nifty for a chance of forgetting myself and diving into an atmosphere
Never throw my emotions out because then catchers would beware
I should become someone else, shed my skin take the noose away from my head and change it to a necklace
Family would make me act on rabid instincts and just be competition if I kill them I
Wouldn’t ask for forgiveness just thanks for making me want to live less
Adam & Eve had a seed just because there was no one else insight, they admire
My faults and praise my despicableness all that aside I’d never label little bitch or
Would even ask questions since they must have good cause,why should I not jump
Off earth I ask anyone to concur yes ahh that hurts
The island could have a purpose for me I need one urgently since every stroll across
The world bleeds my body out, a bottle accounts for more truth than my independentness
First steps were associated with a neglected kid, parents catholics, they don’t care if
One fills my body with words of emptiness and the other frauds forever love kiss
Imaginative was I born on accident along with false tales of afterlife Religions
Aren’t safe investments they’ll take my innocence like land from indians, mad that I’m living shit,what happy memories do I have to fall on whyshouldn’tIkillmyselfdotcom
I should take a new civilization murder infant babies strip women naked take no as
Yes become tired of their race take an axe and make them become extinct a effect well
Worthy of their causes, I pull out chairs catch grenades,yet they still say he ain’t shit
I should take my insanity with me
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