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Joe Patterson Poem
Late night, street lights burning
Walking myself home
Breathe in this night
So dark, so right
Swirling thoughts of revenge
in my dizzy head
With arms raised high
Where all hope dies
One last time
i will throw this all away
One last time
Give me strength from suffering
Hurting, walking faster
Creeping on disaster
I start to feel
This time it's real
Blood shot eyes they guide me
through this night of pain
and secrets kept
will soon have rest
One last time
I will throw this all away
One last time
Give me strength from suffering
Copyright © Joe Patterson | Year Posted 2012
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Joe Patterson Poem
Can you hear it..?
The war in my mind
The thoughts crashing down on me
The smash and the grind
Do you see it..?
My expression misplaced
Anxiety blowing up on me
Numbness of face
Is it normal..?
The panic untamed
The overactive fantasy
That burns in my brain
Can we go now..?
Away from the flame
Avoid the rolling gunfire
That keeps me awake
Do you wonder. .?
Where it all went wrong
Never ending daydream
of never ending song.
Copyright © Joe Patterson | Year Posted 2013
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Joe Patterson Poem
I killed the dragon in her mind
The fire still remains
Her thoughts they dance and agonize
They fill her heart with pain
As we watched from inside love
We tossed the world aside
Burned the bridge that brought us
here
Chased a beautiful lie
As time did change so did her eyes
Only ashes left from flame
Those gentle gems steal looks of sin
They whisper not my name
Copyright © Joe Patterson | Year Posted 2013
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Joe Patterson Poem
Sometimes the hardest words
to say are the ones we mean
the most.
The feelings felt the deepest
play hide and seek with those
closest.
It's hard to see inside the
battered soul and understand
its' mechanics.
The walls are thick and heavily
guarded, only the truth will
pass.
On the surface romance is
eclipsed by fear.
You are loved from a much
deeper place.
Within the shadow filled
hallways lies your place in the
center of it all.
The place where hope and love
meet to discuss eternity.
Copyright © Joe Patterson | Year Posted 2012
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Insanity on a blank page
I drip the drops of sullen rage
I flip and flop and disengage
Then again I play this game
Ideas collide like rain on glass
I may I might I can't relax
The day so bright I shan't be slack
I'll find the time and turn it back
Thoughts will race and clock will tick
Eyes will gaze and gloss and stick
Mind so dazed I'm gross and sick
I think I thought that this was it
This begins to look the same
Hollow grins from books of pain
It thins and hooks and I refrain
This is insanity on a blank page
Copyright © Joe Patterson | Year Posted 2013
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