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I Am

I am A shadow That lurks on The wall that has No Home None at all But to have no home a 
Shadow would say is worst way to live out each day. 

I am The shower cap covered in rust i do not work right  but I am a must so you put up
with me for the time being until you used me all for your need.

I am an outcast who sits alone who is treated like I do not belong and goes off alone to
cry plotting his end as others laugh at me and spin wicked lies about things I've done 
making me wish i ended it with a gun.

I am the friend you once had that moved away and made you sad but said good by and turned
away as you tried to stop me and make me stay but i smile and say the words you wished to
hear all those years.

I am me a young man with hope who ends his day trying to cope with the withdraws from
drugs like dope and cry's as he chokes on his own words when he looks at you and you spit
and curve away from me and all i did was say hi to ye but it wasn't you that made me cry
it was the feeling of wanting to die to hide away from the world from those who say 
I Am a mess a nothing a no one.

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Broken

Its started small like a crack in a window a slowly grew into a vein My love for you would
be the end of me thus it was only the start. Days seemed to turn into weeks and the vein
took the form of a spider web after you told me you were busy with your friends. I waited
like a good boy would.

Slowly years went by and the spiders web had changed. Ever slip and blow off had changed
the spiders web into a shattered wall one more would brake me.

You came to me in the middle of the night with him telling me it was over the glass
shattered now i am broken. 

I retreated into my self for the longest time the shamed looks i gave the would branded me
an out cast.

I set alone at the lunch table looking at the people who i called friends but felt nothing
i was empty and hollow broken smashed by loves cruel fated hand.

Then I meet another and the glass of my soul seemed to fix it self slowly rebuilding.
We feel deeply in love me and him as one we became and the broken glass was no more but a
faint memory.

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( a Young Mans Tale) a Long Time Ago.

A long time ago when i was still a child with a heart full of hope but as i grew older it
was replaced by the dope. As sad as i was a needle i needed to get through the day or end
up defeated. 

Defeated i was for a long time but in end the end i gained back my mind and struck back
against my self for a time i thought i would die i lay on the ground in an emotionless 
My mind empty nothing more then a blank slate.

One day it happened a light seemed to shine My eyes seemed to open for the very first
time. A thirteen year old stood to see his whole life but wasn't afraid to cry out to the
world for the help he needed he yelled to the world and shouted " I will not be Defeated!"

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Homeless: By Jefferson Smith

Homeless that’s what they call us
They say we have no home
Because we live out on the streets
And choose to drift and roam

But, homeless is that what we truly are
Who knows maybe it is
But what about the heroes
The women and the kids

They say we chose this life of freedom
To live out on our own
To sleep beneath the stars at night
To live our lives alone

Webster says a home’s is just a domicile
A place to live, a house
If that’s all it really is
Then I know I can live without

Some say its where your heart is
And we pray that this is true
Cause some of us have spilt our blood
And it was red and white and blue

Some say that we are crazy
That we sold our souls to cheap
Because we’ll sell our bodies
Just so our kids can eat

But If you think we choose this life
Then its you who’s lost your mind
To suggest we woke up one morning
And said I’ll leave it all behind

To live the life of a prostitute,
An addict, or a drunk
To wear the same clothes every day
That we carry in a trunk

To Sell our bodies like a piece of meat
Because we cannot cope
To beg all day every day
Just to buy the dope

To watch the people laugh at us
That look right into our face
Who forget that we are there
Unless we’re in their space

Like when we beg for food
Or break into their house
To still a million dollars
More like a sandwich or a blouse

Well there now we have it
The materialistic chain
That wraps around your human heart
Depriving oxygen to your brain

Making you think that we are homeless
Because your blind and cannot see
That a home is where your family is
And we are all your family

We might be sick and tired
We may be down and out
But were still the long lost relatives
This world tries to forget about~jeff~

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To Turn My Soul

To turn my soul a feet untested unless by god who gives no guesses. 
To turn my soul From black to white but other colors would be alright like 
gold or silver, red or blue, or the colors of the English rose a scarlet
Blaze of lovers cloves.  
To turn my soul to to ungrateful passion a worse fate then any once told to truth of all i
rather be bold.
To turn my soul would be a crime for only god can cast this shepherds mind.

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Restless

My mind wonders the endless void of dark decrypted shadow pits of my life
and echo back a sound like nails on a chalkboard. 
This will be another restless night.

I look out my window to see a shadow move in the moon light
My mind wonders still, Sleep is now but a hollow memory.

Restless emotionless husk from my sleep deprived state if only the Reapers hand would
sooth my mind and wisk me away.

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Sick

Sick and twisted people can be through in this life 
laughing and scoffing behind your back as you turn your head 
Even if you don't cry there yelling and taunting brake your
Spirit like a sharp blade.

Sick i am i of being laughed at by others who
no not what true pain is.

This is true pain, Words are true pain.
Sick are they, sick is this world.

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Colder Then Ice

The touch of a frost bitten hand makes me chill with a flare of passion. 
Death is my only friend and i cling to to this fact the cold over dose makes my body numb.
Warmth is like a blade to my skin it dosen't fit in to my life like most other things
Fire is an enemy i blame for many things. 

Colder then ice is my soul, passion only seems to come by bold out goings of standing in
twenty below, The danger of dieing lingers like a first kiss and a smile dances on my
lips, my eyes tweak with fluttered excitement. 

I feel weaker each day of summers breath breathing down my neck i wish the white winds of
winter would take me away a slip me into my cold shell once more.

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Twisted

Twisted minds work in pairs i should know i have been there in the dark dank rooms that
smell of urine and vomit and grit. Twisted a word to say may be bad or good only to ones
mind who fits the task of that which it means to pass.

Twisted can be what ever you wish, Iron, heart, And life shrouded. 
Twisted the word the used to call me but why? They say I am a twisted mind a plotter of
many but i was not this my mind is clear but we all have a dark side.

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The Meaning!

I was once asked a question by my peers " What is the meaning? Why are we here" I pondered
the question for days walking around hazed glazed but one morning i woke from a deep
slumber and looked at the ground and began to wounder " Why are we here? What is are purpose?"

For a long time a forgot the question a walked around in my own confection. Then there was
a sound in my ear a whisper that seemed to say "Come here!". I followed my gut hoping to
see a sandwich, a tooth brush but all i saw was me to be correct my reflection in the
water so i washed my my hands and i saw it the meaning.

I found my friend and we talked for a while passing on stories and friendly smiles and he
asked me once more " Why are we here?" I smiled and laughed and shook my head " I wondered
mt self but here it is " I looked at a puddle near by and looked with wounder i saw my self
and took his shoulder " The meaning is to live for you and all your wounder, What others
think is nothing but a sunder, in the end you do whats right to live one more day and
fight the good fight."