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Marcel Daye

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

33 poems·Since September 2013

Just a guy floating in a sea of inebriation where will I sail what will I be...come, if left alone with all that within this landscape of my mind chooses to roam. Creating Realites that's the tea F everybody that comes for Big Goat Named ME.

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Fallen

November 13, 2013

Deplored, hated, despised and filled with rage

Emotional prowess, yet to be defined

Sugar more bitter now than sweet mentally

More pain now with in the body physically

Class, Kicking my ass stuck in this chair

Staring at hair fuck the board

Consuming hot air and henceforth I abjure

I abstain, surrounded  by stupidity

Engulfed in the rigidity,

Standing with my flag, librailly here

Full of uncertainty trying to contemplate this frigid  

Emotional, glacier that causes this stupidity in the world

Similar in the girls to boys

Playing with life like Its some type of toy

But you will fail your ignorance will Not prevail

Moving through life at the pace of a snail

Far from a vessel closer to a shell,

Emitting ignorant heat,

Beneath the sheets, making beats.

Beating meat, giving blank colors to his teeth

Running fingers around his head,

Growing love like mold on bread

Smoking weed to escape the drain

Watching clouds calling to rain

Wash the stains off my rain restore them to their former fame.

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