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Gerry_Kramer

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

17 poems·Since July 2018
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Walk On

August 6, 2018

He’s been a soft, strict teacher
By playing the silliest games
All while trying to prepare
He’s got a trend to be a friend
Whilst presenting as a flame
That will always dare to care

 

He’s my creator and developer
He’s the one who always
Comes to save me in his own trap
Like fighters and freakies
Getting me lost
On his own map
I’ll walk on with him
When I need a slap

 

He’s got a tendency to create
Worlds of virtuality
In the middle of my home
He’s got a fiery temper rate
When he’s killing brutality
Within a peaceful dome

 

He’s my enemy and my bestest friend
I thank him for his everything
Even if it hurts me
Like fighters and freakies
Blind to the world
I should see
I’ll walk on with him
When I am set free

 


When I’m alone
Dreaming of eternal life
Dreading of being sliced by hell’s knife
He is there to guide me
Past the devil’s debris

 


Love is a one-way ticket
To the world beyond
In a traffic-free car
My true parent pays the toll
Whenever I’m unlawfully fond
Of a place from afar

 


He takes me by the hand on his planet
As he guides me to the heart of the place
Where I’m destined to fly
Like fighters and freakies
Waving my sins
Goodbye
I’ll walk on with him
When I need to cry

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