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 Nov 2017
DaSH the Hopeful
Depression has become an insulin injection
       A necessary evil

             Only required because I have been underneath it's moon so long

       Any other tide pull would surely drown me in confusion
 Nov 2017
devante moore
Dragons breath
Nothing left

Cheap wine
Quick death

Lonely man
Bad rep

Rumor mills
Loved spilled

Broken hearts
Empty chest

6 long years
Disappeared

Now he's alone
Wishing she'd come back home

Until then

He sips dragons breath
Hoping it'll light a fire

Deep in his belly
 Nov 2017
devante moore
Loaded gun
On the run

Enemies turned friends
Enemies again

Sharpened knife
Ended life

Back stabber
Secret kidnapper

Foul play
Hell to pay

Betrayer
Word molester

Out to ****
Blood spilled

Carpets stained with blood
Eyes stained with tears
 Nov 2017
devante moore
Well if that's true
The love I deserve
Isn't on the menu
So I'll take the loved that's been rubbed in the dirt
Bruised and beaten
The love that's been hurt
Left out in the blistering sun
Dried out on the lawn
I'll take the love that's been frozen over
And constantly thawed out
The love I deserve can't be found
So I'll take the the love that's been abused
And overused
Stepped and stomped on
Like a welcome mat
I'll take the love no one wants around
 Nov 2017
devante moore
Here we are
At one of your family gatherings
I caught a glimpse of you
Sitting across the way
And immediately turned away
Hoping we didn't meet eyes
I could feel my heart
Trying to slash its way through the lungs and bash through my ribs
Wanting out of my chest
Who would've thought in a million years
I'd see you here
Out of all the places
A random gathering of people
All ken to you
Trying to stay calm
But now I'm nervous
Legs shaking
Head aching
Over thinking
Hope that nobody knew
If they found out I'd be shunned
And hung by my own shame
I haven't talked to god in awhile
But I needed a miracle
Please please don't let attention be drawn to me
Or for anyone call out my name
Like they usually do
If they did I wouldn't know what to do
I was desperately trying to hold on to this secret
Kept by me and you
That last night I slept with you
 Nov 2017
Book Thief
You hold echoes of a shift
so plaintively
against the swell
of midnight summer rain—
within the roar of the planes
on cold faded glass
the stuffy air at the airport

There was no way around it
that I could see—
the world still kept its spinning

You lock your stare here
and how I wish
I was packed up too,

snug heartbeats in your leather briefcase.

© BT
 Nov 2017
DaSH the Hopeful
Life is a melody
      You can listen to only once.

    The first thirty seconds, you find the groove,
         it's appealing
    A harmonious rhythm hereto unwritten
                    
       This could be your favorite.


 
             It is.
       For the next three minutes, you settle in.
               The chorus comes around.

          *You'll be here again.

                  It's fresh, it's catchy
You're enraptured by these certain pitches and the words rhyme perfectly.
   One line flowing into the next, the ends justifying the means.
       Another verse, another chorus. This one feels more weathered
          Routine, maybe. You still feel that groove but your perspective of it has been altered by the change in tempo and direction during the last verse.
               

           You realize you have fifteen seconds left.
         This was your song. What did you do with it?


       *As you think back, a gentle blanket of white noise embraces everything that ever was, and your song fades
Let me know how you feel.
Intellectual stimulation* from a twisted mind
Bringing life to the *insanity
I tried to hide
Cracking whips to break the chains, feeling death drip from my veins
Pouring poison down the drain from infections inside
Chasing rumors through the sewers, lost in tunnels of depravity; God's the only viewer but this show's not quite reality
Gravity scraped knuckles with me all the way down
A brute stuck in a boot loop asking me to drown
These restarts after crashes turned my synapses to ashes
Now I can't feel the rats in my cyber cerebral casket
Dead in the head and strapped into my bed
I dug at my wrists until I saw red
The doctors applauded at everything the gauze did
It still couldnt stop it *so on it bled
 Nov 2017
DaSH the Hopeful
You blend with shadows*
          And the cracks in sidewalks
                Brittle grime trickling down your hand
       You catch each bit between forefinger and thumb
    And turn them all into tiny broken men

           Stench streaming in smoke like ribbons
               Your skin is icicle cold
      But the smell ignites the sensory fears of those you draw close
Shattered skull love songs emit from your bones
    Calling all sinners to you to atone

You are the blackest person I know.
Not black by skin tone,
     **BUT BLACK BY SOUL.
 Nov 2017
DaSH the Hopeful
Who did the *****?
I'm wanting to know
             Was it Chrysta or Alex
   Or someone unknown?
            27 ***** chilled my spine to the bone
                  I've seen less ***** on ***** sites
that I surf when alone

        *Evidence was prevalent
at the High School and the class fool was pinned as the guy
           Peter and Sam then planned to document everything to figure out who and why

          I won't spoil specifics cause that wouldn't be slick
     I'll let you peruse through a plot so thick
       Keep your eyes open watch for clues in the mix
       And ask yourself this question:

         **Who Did The *****?
Inspired by the Netflix Original: American Vandal. A mockumentary style true crime drama you should check out.
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