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My poetical rhetoric is 
like a metaphorical etiquette..
My common wealth 
is like Edison, 
with rhymes cut thick
just like beef Wellington.

A skeleton? 
Looks like I'm under your skin.
but I'm laughin, not half assin'
sassin' back with grin.
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What Pain Does

If you’re unfortunate enough to know pain the way I’ve gotten to know pain

 

You’ll understand what I mean when I say

 

Pain does more than just…hurt.

 

It does that, for sure, but don’t underestimate how much pain can do to a person.

 

When pain strikes back over and over again and it rips up your ambitions to shreds and lays them down to make a little nest for itself in your soul

 

When, without even ringing the doorbell, pain walks right into your house, kicks its feet up on your furniture, and starts to get comfortable calling you its servant

 

Pain drains you

 

Pain changes you

 

Pain takes the lights out of your eyes and your smile and the tips of your fingers

 

You stop moving your hands when you talk

 

You stop moving your body when you dance

 

You become different

 

The pain scoops up your insides and throws them out onto the porch so you feel hollow inside

 

And before I go on, let me make it clear that I’m not talking about some sappy, emotional pain, the stuff you find in Ryan Gosling movies or lonely Facebook statuses, the first-world problems, the unnecessary drama that people have decided to label as painful when the only thing being bruised is their overlarge egos

 

No.

 

I am talking about actual pain, the kind of pain that sends you to the floor.

 

Pain that liquefies your mouth and dissolves your retinas,

 

Pain that twists your insides like a wet rag,

 

Pain like knives,

 

Pain like fire,

 

Pain like swarms of flies,

 

Pain like you’re a hollow shell,

 

Pain like you’re a bag of rocks,

 

Pain like you’re a tree, rotting, decomposing, dying from the inside out

 

This kind of pain takes your character and your personality and everything that makes you, you, and drags it out through your mouth while you’re gasping for air that refuses to enter your lungs

 

And in order to fill in the holes and the empty spaces of where there used to be a smile

 

You become a creature

 

A monster, even

 

You bare your teeth, hunch your shoulders, sharpen your claws
You shrink into your most primal self

 

As a futile attempt to shrug this thing off your back,

 

This parasite with its teeth sunk deep into your flesh

 

But it’s not going anywhere

 

You become consumed
The pain swallows you up and digests you

 

Its stomach acid burning holes in your memories

 

By taking over your body, it takes over your mind

 

The pain plays tricks on your brain

 

Throws shadows on your sanity,

 

Whispering wet lies in your ear,

 

Saying it’s never going to end,

 

It’s never going to leave you

 

It’s never going to get any better

 

You’re never going to get any better

 

And that’s a promise it’s willing to keep

 

The pain sticks around

 

Only detaching itself from you for a little while

 

Giving you barely enough time to put on your gloves and scrub its filthy stains out of your furniture

 

Before kicking down your door again,

 

No

 

You’re going to have to get used to it

 

So this pain will linger on your breath

 

And follow you like a dark cloud

 

Threatening to storm at any moment

 

And the worst part is

 

The pain lives inside you

 

And you can never escape from yourself so

 

You have no refuge from the storm

 

The lucky ones find temporary shelter under

 

Medicines

 

Chemicals

 

Drugs legal and illegal

 

And sometimes these shelters last long enough to become

 

Homes

 

But even when the pain is gone

 

The fear of its return hangs forever heavy on your shoulders

 

And honestly

 

Between the monster and its menacing shadow

 

I don’t know which is worse

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

my first true slam poem

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tags:

Minding My Business

 

    Somewhat askew, questions invade the conversation,
                         An icy cold pause is injected,
        Pangs of affliction are sensed but unassumed,
                        Slowly, the doors close shut,
    The muffled sounds of arrogance vibrate through the hall,
             Without warning, footsteps, a man walks out,
                 A slamming door leaves a biting insult,
           I don't even know them, and I wasn't even there,
                                 So why do I care?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't know for sure, but I don't think anyone likes discord, or maybe they do.

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man made massacre

what did you think we were going to stay silent
fuck being peaceful it time to get violent
grab a hammer go into the streets
strip away the sidewalks and the concrete
leave nothing but the bare essentials
an industrial stripped world has so much potential
no more money struggle no more pollution
lets put an end to the technological revolution

revolution comes like a storm
putting things back the way they belong
the way we live is all so wrong
the way we live is all so fucking wrong ss

sleep...sleep... SLEEP! SLEEP!!!  

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