i still write about flowers blooming,
birds singing,
& sun-sets.
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although lately,
i've been focused on expressions of threats;
like seeking trouble,
provoking monsters to come out & play with me.

your eyes hold depth;
almost as deep as the time
i spoke into your head
and heard echoes,
echoing
instead of reciprocating
you filled up,
but im not empty,
nor am i envy.

at the sound of a click,
that is lighter releasing flame
to ignite my insane nature of psyche.
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with the ground rolled up,
i keep searching for height
and i keep finding it...
-
though,
im afraid
ill lose my way
back down to earth.

oh me oh my.
what a daring request
to insist that
i
open my gates...
-
might i ask who you consider yourself?
how long have you travelled?
what gifts have you brought to lay at my feet?
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fight to the finish,
a game of who wants it more.
final count,
final minute,
tap three times if you're un-sure.
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ill skip and play,
switch and delay;
there are no cheat-codes.
i need a beast,
fight til decease,
unlocking beast-mode.

he says emotions are my down-fall...
then i show him
how destructive words can be.
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you might catch me slipping,
ever so slightly.
you may slide by
or slide in,
and i might lose focus.
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clocks ticking til the moment i awake from this slumber,
til this naive,
way too easy,
no give but take,
let's up.
-
i can *******,
like i can ******* up in the head,
but ill use you for my rituals instead.

mouths moving,
still not sure what you speak
or why you speak...
-
no one seems to agree with me,
shut the **** up.

with a loaded gun to my head
and a sincere smile;
i wish you'd speed it up...

for several years
i've written poems about
boys & men,
heart-breaks
and trends
and cries
of who's and why's.
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notice a pattern in the way i spill words.
notice how i sway,
clumsily.
notice how i chase
the boys & men
that run from me.