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I live in a dark place A place where I have no voice and all the base has been taken out of the music I only hear the drums beating in the back of my head Keeping me awake Night after night The clock ticking tick tock tick tock I want to wake up but…

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( A #poem about #depression ) In plain sight

An ocean of regret swallows me as I fight for each breath My anxiety and depression push me under each wave likes masked bandits robbing me of my life My time Our time is so short and here I am in a self-induced coma afraid to step out of my own front door Afraid to…

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Thank you

Sometimes it’s hard giving up a piece of your soul. It’s where I write from. It’s who I am. Sometimes I give a lot, sometimes just enough but it’s always hard to give the stuff I write a chance to see the light of all of you. It’s like my soul stands naked in the…

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#blacklivesmatter

I’m just an old fat white dude. What do I know about the Black Lives Matter movement? What do I know about being black and being persecuted for the color of my skin? Well, to be honest not much, but I know more than you might think. I’m a skater and it seems cops hate…

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The level of your soul

As much as you hate me You hate yourself more You can tell lies and place blame …but blame from the level of your soul That’s where the truth hides You want the world to shine You want love and happiness You toss people aside like trash …you don’t care from the level of your…

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Morning Illusions 

The morning air bites crisp on my neck as I sit alone pondering who and what we are My breath visibly displays its truth as it dissipates   Everything in life is temporary  I listen to the birds chirping Singing songs to melodies, as humans, we will never understand  My emotions draw deep as I…

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One blood

The street is lined in candles and stained in blood Brothers killing brothers Cops killing and being killed Our souls are stained  We are all paying for the sins of the past Fingerprints on our soul Hands from the past holding us back We feel comfortable blaming it on guns or race  The only privilege…

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Feeding the Clown

I grow tired of holding my tongue and gritting my teeth Forced to be the bigger man while they lie and they cheat Sticking to the script while they skip all the scenes Using children as weapons because they fail with their dreams It’s a shame you use the little man to hold against your…

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Watch Me

Watch me stand and smile as you scream and yell Watch my eyes as they look at you with kindness and love Watch my head shake as your voice quakes Watch me You hide behind people throwing shade Another prick with no balls You lost something precious You are corroded by failure and envy and…

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