My emotions r like coles smoldering centered in my soul-the norm is a boring folklore-life has been a mediphorical storm,i’m a worrior lickin my wounds after the worst is over-sticking full syringes of coke in my skin to brush it off my shoulders-i’m one of the ones that’s sicker then others-nobody wants to know or notice what caused the monster-all that’s important is all the horrible choicest made to lose my composure-i can’t control my impulses-i live ever moment like its my last-let the wind take me like a scent mixing in the draft-black out,spaz,wake up the next morning clueless askin u what happened-straight savage in a mask-an animalistic silver back that’s always laughing-i’m tryin to change my jacket but i’ll jacket if i have to-it’s a fact i’m a addict wit a bunch of bad habbits-my emergency contact is a bottle of jack-fascinated wit crafting a perfect casket out of plastic-i’m not scared of diein,i’m scared of passin before i’m able to show my life meant more then what i could only fit in the trash bag-
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Author:
HAZE (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 13th, 2021 17:11
- Comment from author about the poem: when i wrote this it was kind of like closin my eyes n letin the pen jus bleed like blackout writin when came to there was this.a bare mental stat written on paper
- Category: Reflection
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Not qualified to treat or critique you, but I liked your images the read was enlightening, Haze.
that is my direction with slam a lot of people r seeing but r still blind
Reads like a construct of a self centered wannabe. Only let down by the fact that such a low life as is portrayed would not be writing about it on a poetry site.
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