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Just some old poems of mine....new stuff coming soon.









"Fragments Of A Damaged Shell"


I. Severed One


The tree shielding me with its arms
It said the world is a dangerous place to stay
If I only knew the arms were chains
Id never ask you for your shade from the sun

When I try to leave you weep
When I stay you hold me down
And when I killed myself to get away
You revived my body so I can feel pain

Spoken a promise of beautiful things
A small heaven where I could be healed
Fragile I was and looking to repair
You left me broken and bleeding
What is discarded can never be repaired

Pain's not ashamed to repeat itself

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II. Pussy & Gasoline


Here green slaves pretend
No master is pulling the string

Slackers run by remote control
Mother whores on the talk show
With child number 13

In this place nobody leaves
The smell of pussy and gasoline

Worship plastic covered beings
Surrogates through a flat screen
In a world where the richest
Wear cum stains on their faces

Burning bridges, wired to pitches
Eating blind consumer stitches
Hypocrites doing their God's "mission"

Society, the clock placed upon the wall
Always moving and not going anywhere

In this town nobody leaves
The taste of pussy and gasoline

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III. When The Well Has Dried Up

Empty rivers like veins pump dry
The blue sky color dissolves gray
Mountains so mighty crumble into the sea
The air I breathe
Lost its patience with me

I cradle your trust, nude formless life
You destroyed my happiness
The sun never warms and the cold never leaves
Standing here in complete darkness
Realizing even next to you I am alone.

So worthless and ugly is what you said of me
The world and the stars is what I said to you

Fading are promises
Fading are unfinished dreams
Fading is hate
Fading is she
Fading is me

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IV. Whore

Doesnt matter if Im not talented
Im one of the beautiful ones on the screen

A whore no matter how you spell it
Everyone looks at me. Those who hate envy me
No intelligence is required to love me

Take everyone all at once in a row
Take your time to finish as long as Im the star
Smile bright as I hide the taste

Plastic skin seamed across magazines
Never mind that I didnt earn what I have
Now everyone worship me, buy me

So amazing to never be wrong
The entire world will never be the same without me
You know Im wonderful and beautiful
Dont you?

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V. Metaphor

Love is a road
One path until youre out of sight

Love is a childs doll
Thrown away the moment its torn

Love is a bridge
Thats burned to the ground

Love is a flower
Even the most beautiful kind dies

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VI. The Space Between Life And The Truth

Only my breathe I see
Flies I hear land on my eyes
Spilling out what appears red
Smell a rot faintly
Taste like ripe meat
Flies buzz slower as more come
No longer can I see my breathe
As the last produced has escaped
Wish I could remember
Why did I do this?

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VII. Damaged Shell

When you sever happiness does it make a sound?
Stripped down to emotions to be taken by the rain
All of my tomorrows are below me
Sinking in the calm waves of what could had been

Please take me with you
Far from away this tainted shell molded for me
Away from the tears that drown me every night
Dont promise me you will do this for me.
For promises have always been early lies
I am ugly, toxic, disposable, never meant to be
Or at least what they have said to me
You will be my every thing if you take me

They say death is the end
I finished the race before it began
Picking up the ashes of a failed life
Mother births an imperfect seed
Father helped morph a weakling
So alone not even nothing wants me

Please carry me away with you
Far from away until we can no longer see what was
Away from the pieces of glass stained with me
We dont have to speak on the way there
Just hold me when the storm grows inside me
I am diseased, empty, hollow,
Or at least what they have said to me
Give you a vision of how my world is painted
I have to look up just to see hell