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I scratched my identity

with a worn 1974 penny

I saw moisture dripping

from my divided reflection

Murky colors and shades

of discomfort twitch

Uncontrollable jitters

Apathy is a phobia suspended

over my troubled head

A hemorrhage spread out

from the corners to the end

Lack of intersections and interest

Bent and upended against

paralyzed and indifferent nerves

I saw the gash and blemishes

inside the blood clot

I abandoned the rustic door

and sit inside the character

No one wishes to see exist

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Define the magnitude of one word

A parentheses around the verb

State the clarity in one sentence

Clarify the significance of the emotion

Stagger around the density

Between the solitude and frustration

Singularity sticks to loneliness

Revelations bound to ignorance

Disregarding the format of communication

Absolutely disheartening

Wasted chapter sealed shut

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I walk around with sanity

wrapped around my cold neck

I chatted with the in acid reflux

stuck in my throat

I slept with the hurricanes

surrounding the monster within

I fell into the ocean that

consumes the wreckage outside

I stood in front of the villains

that stole love from the monsoon

I left the darkest tunnel

to seek empathy in the light

I haunted grief like the night wept

under the hooked stars

I woke up from the phantasm

and threw away the silence to breathe

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Thoughts of you bend ninety degrees

Fallen words seem to swirl

We are candy among strangers

Sweetness drips from the corners

Deep scars displayed widely

Thoughts of you doesn’t see an exit

Ignoring temptations and attraction

Feeling small and idiotic

Gripping onto selfishness

Desiring someone unattainable

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Exacerbated teeth

Displeased tone

Fiercely antagonized

Resentful up to the neck

Offensive esophagus

Twitching irrationally

Ill tempered and fuming

Provoked by repetition

Inflamed and irritated

Constantly harping

Strapped in defense

Whiplashing an offense

Sore and wrathful

Frozen solid to the center

A fistful of anger

Disrespectful and disregarded

Mouthful of harsh words

A storming outburst

Hanging acid from the corners

Bitter and twice bitten

Open up the wounds

One brutal tongue lashing

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Between the blackouts and the vertigo
slurred discussions evaporate in the smog
Excuses and cursed words creep in
Empty words reside at the bottom

Even the bloodshot moon cries

Between the collision and the stars
sound of gin on the rocks washes away
sarcasm and coughed up memories
Acceptance of losses linger in the cold

Even the bloodshot moon cries

Between the anger and the doubt
brick walls rise inside my head
Drowning in the misery and sadness
Reveling in the toxic moment

Even the bloodshot moon cries

Between the strangers and ignorance
conversations vibrate and tremble
Loneliness staggers among the silence
Bottled up screams whisper

Even the bloodshot moon cries

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I’ve fallen between the snarl and the calm whispers

I’ve fallen between the thin cracks and the hollow cries

I’ve fallen between insignificance and crumbs of emptiness

I’ve fallen between the corners and crevices of brokenness

I’ve fallen between the remains and disguised pieces

I’ve fallen between the torn walls and dreary coatings

I’ve fallen between apathy and a misfit playing in the black

I’ve fallen between misery and torture dancing in my blank eyes

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Dressed in idiosyncratic views
criticism worn like a cheap skirt
Torn off by a rampage of civilians
Carelessness and malevolence brewing
Shrewd details dangle off her mouth

Romanticism is a lost melody played
by a homeless saxophone on 9th street
Headlights flash around 10:15pm
Signifying the death between the
vaccinated truth and tattooed lies

Borrowed verses stand like statues
Preachers waddling in the departed sea
Indoctrinated by diseased like paragraphs
written by voiceless and withered toys
Staring at blurry scriptures

Pieces of risk spread out like a puzzle
Surrounded by chain smoking scholars
ripping apart Socrates and Aristotle
Sipping on ancient horrifying scotch
Paralyzed by the paradoxes and allegories

Senseless rhymes and boiling arguments
Straddle over agendas and strategies
Wrapped up by a two dollar bow tie
Throw me into a river with a steel box
Sink the disguises and ski masks

Worn out stories told by vigilantes
Dancing with pirates and bone skulls
Tampering with justice and judges
Playing the fiddle in the middle
Silently inheriting a selfish generation

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Tapping my left foot

to the trembling acoustic sessions

Pouring out my sliced up heart

to a blind mannequin from Florida

Ignoring the gauze wrapped tight

around my twitching fingers

Manipulating the longwinded view

of the moment she packed her

things in a thousand dollar suitcase

to leave me empty bottles and

stains on the lavender sheets

Bartender, bartender pour me a shot

please fill up my glass of half empty truths

Tell me the melody won’t stop playing

in my spinning and rambling head

Paint me a picture of a crystal clear moon

Preach to the fire hydrants

the rain will put out the crying flames

Send me photographs of the future

with a bouquet of blossoming dreams

Write me a love letter without the

scent of scotch on the envelope

Tell me the six strings will reverberate

in my sea of liquid sorrow

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You are a hidden mask

You are a contradiction with high regard

You are a picture without a frame

You are a weed in the garden

You are a chameleon in camouflage

You are a longwinded book without a cover

You are a fat lip with a lisp

You are a spider in the basements’ web

You are a leach in the morning

You are a branch that broke off the tree

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In your arms

I felt the shine of the sun

In your arms

I felt the overjoyed love

In your arms

I felt the emptiness fade

In your arms

I felt the perfect embrace

In your arms

I felt the daydreams weep love

In your arms

I felt our worlds be complete

In your arms

I felt us melt as one

In your arms

I felt your precious tears

In your arms

I felt our life begin

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Waltzing into a drawn out riddle

Between the watered down confessions

and the bold face fabrications

A violent outburst of schemes drizzle

Crumpled up promissory notes

Pockets full of fireworks blown

Indecent proposals flickering

Tossing and turning in the hot rain

Exposed hands dipped in sweetness

A secret lurking behind the curves

Will the words ever be spoken

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Indecisions hide like bats in the echoes of the cave
Uncertainty sips from the acidic river
Vinegar seeping between the crushed bones and sharp nerves
Isolation and desolation are thumbs ripped from each hand
And the rattle lingers in the corner of the ear drum

Dismay is tucked away behind a faded curtain
Flaws stick to me like starving fleas
Substance is the saliva dripping from the piranha’s teeth
The equilibrium inside me wakes up the storm
And the rattle parades in a rhythm that disturbs the haze

Symptoms of a nontransparent disease spread
Inside the soliloquy the cage embraces the thunder
Murmurs and grumbles tremble with fright
Theology and myths walking in unison
And the rattle pounds like a headache

Butchered insults and splinters drive three inches through my anger
Crude laughs and vicious skies open up pouring sadness
Exasperation drags my eyelids through the dirt
Sorrow is a creek that I cleanse the silence
And the rattle pierces my aching skin

And I lay here with the rattle in the cage soothing the emptiness

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Hypnotized by the sound of ice
Clinking in the sound of a glass
Smoggy and dreary atmosphere
Bottles full of hollowness
Mixed exchanges and signals
Pleasantries found in a blur
Spinning comments climbing up
Overdosed by her lustful winks
Lost between delusions and rainbows
First impressions engraved
A fragrance of whiskey circles
Crack of the cue ball dances
Spreading the triangle to all the corners
Quarters placed on the table
Perfume and alcohol mesh
A stench causing grins and sneers
Digits written in pink lipstick of the bathroom stall
A bartenders chuckle reverberates
Jukebox music playing at a ridiculous decibel
Communication at a bare minimal
Skirts and cleavage lecture over a free drink
Epilogues stumbling in and out
Clumsiness and truth cross paths
Ex lovers stuck close in a soap box
Identities hidden promenading in
Monologues spoken wobbling out
A haven of melancholic thoughts
Stationed between 2nd street and the laundry mat
Match made in intoxicating nirvana

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Dipping fingers in the cardinal sin

Centipedes gnawing on thin bones

Speaking with a ferocious tongue

A political speech for the hungry

Civilians bodies are spread out

Fistfuls of pennies are raised

No questions from the peasants

Walking up Scarlet Hill without armor

Surrounded by faith and emptiness

Glory and revenge are gripped

A rising battle among the defeated

Mothers pride fades away

Destroying a lost crusade

Hailing to the sovereign minister

Prayers becoming a fixture

A shrewd dictator of millions

Disregarding what humans want

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