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I sit idly inside my mind before the Train arrives. I wander between my ears, behind my eyes - wondering where I'm going.   I am lost in outer space. Yet I maintain these chains;
tip-tap, in this silly rain for the lonely me inside this tomb who cries out without words for the blazing flame
I was told to write a poem About a mentor A teacher In my life So I thought Food Art
What is freedom? Is it the brainchild of purpose? The essence of existence A false reality made by unfathomable content Freedom squirms in the antagonized grasp,
Hunger built inside me, dwelled in my very being. My hungry eyes searched scornfully I could see it Far away, yet so near The palpable scene of scrumptious desserts
Hunger built inside me, dwelled in my very being. My hungry eyes searched scornfully I could see it Far away, yet so near The palpable scene of scrumptious desserts
A young man sits, questioning his computer screen What shall he write? A tale of malice, malevolence and wallow? Or a jovial story, a tad off-putting?
“Make me Suffer with Things I'd Rather”   Oh, chop me in thirds, rather than rid me of my triumphs, With the sharpest and evilist weapon you own;
Envy, such a complex and strong concept                              Corrosive acts on man’s society                                         
I'm mourning you, except you're not dead I am I must be How else would I have lost a family? Whole families don't die together, and yet, I lost you and yours So, I must be dead.  
Shining stars underfoot reflect a sky of broken glass with chandeliers of angels' tears falling to shatter into a broken sky.   The world ceases to be what it was,
If rainbows are nothing more than Assortments of water and light, Then why do we attribute So much worth and elegance to them?
I watched countless amounts of comedians,While working on my political essays.At one point, I thought of two funnyAnd gross personalities: Pee-Wee the Child and Gilbert the Parrot.
Like blood matting fur, the hunger stems down the spine, sweetest torment. And echoes in fear, a flash, blind Contrast – the forest awash with red, swirling, the scent in the breeze, buzz
Throwback to the past I stare straight down  "How could she do that" the whispers  they creep under the skin   I held a grudge with every death comes honor but this one was the exception
She gets up."The world is brigher at night,"she would remark with a laugh,but it meant more than whather smile hid.
When you ask me, "Are you okay?" I want to say no, I want to say that I'm breaking inside, That I'm a shattered piece of this human being I used to be,
WAX
The summers are hot, but you are hotter.   Your wings are made of wax melting nothing left but a paint by numbers.   You tell me it’s okay,
Harmonic high-rises rise along heartbeat highways across rose thorn roads Luminescent light stretches down gossamer wings of humanity. I dream a small dream. 
 Silver overcast shadows reflect across dancing grey ocean waves a lone bird's solemn cry, the only sound against a symphony of silence Storm clouds gather within the recesses of the mind.
Who are we Who can we be? We go our whole lives being told we can be anything but can we? I think not If we could all be what we wanted there would be no difference would that be good would it?
The Old Masters paint ladies with rough horsehair brushes and treat them with noxious turpentine.
There's this girl I know, she made my life change.  My friend introduced us one day. Despite looking bad, She must've thought I was rad. We started slow, as friends, not moving fast.
I picked up a partner
I groan as anguish rips through me, Starting in my feet,         A dull ache felt deep
Tick Tock Two hands On a clock Six to twelve At two o’clock Five chimes ring, Schoolhouse rock   Ticking red hand, Metered like Bach; Cursive Roman numbers
I fill my lungs  With the nebulas and stars. Breathe in the frost of the moons, Exhale the rays of the suns. I let my eyes dance like stars In the cosmic heavens above.
Mom said you were a fool for going to art school And maybe she was right It’s 6:22 and your teeth taste like smoke
stars
Looking into the eyes of a savage beastI see blood that boils beyond the breaking pointand beneath his feet are the brittle bonesof the ones he's put an painful slumber.
you stalk about slowly upon the middling carpeting legs prowling, jaw protruding back hunching, gut oozing   a bitter antagonistic energy seeps through the walls and floors traps awaiting, lessons daunting
Starlight, starbright, please don't let me stay tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, make everything alright. Of all the stars,  in all the skies, you're the one that caught my eye.
Do drugs make faces lie? Does liquor deepen the hole? Cut once to fill it.     When mirrors break, glue can only dull shards.
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