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Jasmine Raine Poem
You know it's a shame when the worlds to busy playing life's f***ed up game to see how many of us suffer in pain. Wasting our time committing crimes just to make a petty dime. Feeding lies to the fires of deceit. Like quicksand you keep struggling to get free, but freedom sure the f*** ain't free at least not for me. Life's keeping my head underwater desperately wanting to feel the air. Is there any way to just not play? The rules are unfair, filling us all with despair , does anyone even f***ing care? I'm tired of this bull s***t here and playing petty games to follow society's fake desires of fake ass fame. But I stand alone the last of a dying breed and here i'll sit out. For it's a crying shame the fires are burning brighter cuz they're all liars and slaves to this sick ass bogus game, with all the world to f***ing afraid to dream.
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How many times must I break within my own self to recognize I have given away my soul? What truth are left untold for the ever knowledge hungry mind to behold? Will one be able to complete this test? To be able to relax and take that long awaited rest? The lonely hearts relentless every looming emptiness. Nervousness over questions regarding entering freely seeings now I proceed soulless. Stolen for one to menys personal bliss, leaves only pointless broken promises upheld by senseless fairy tale nonsense. Day dreaming of permanent euphoric bliss. Frivolous empty prayers returning from this hopeless brokenheartedness. They don't hear the broken, empty, soulless wish. So lets make sure someone finds this and cross your fingers the bullet didn't miss.
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Sitting silently from a corner in the room. Watching, plotting, waiting and craving. Demonic thoughts dancing around my head. Toying with my tempting thoughts of painfully making you wish you were dead. Teasing your blood to spill forth from your veins. Playfully enjoying your blood spilling out of that grousum gash I put in your head now exposing your brain. Torturing you by repeatedly bringing you back from the dead. Sickeningly so hot and bothered from lying naked in the bloody space I made my bed. So close to climax then, gone. My eyes were forced open bringing me to f***ing realize it's sadly just one of my sick fantasies playing out in my head. Temper flaring yet again thanks to that trap you wont keep shut in that empty space you call your head. But, mmm, sweetly I think I will help you, I do carry a needle and thread.
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Reaching out in this darkness. Screaming with silence, my tears pouring with violence from the return to my cries always being with silence. Used for my kindness and condemned for my reaction somehow always being violent. Sick of being quiet and looked down upon for my loss of strength and crying. My soul daily is dying, don't you get that i'm not lying when I tell you i'm trying? I stand desperately fighting to find anything to keep me smiling. Anger within me becoming more frightening as my evil demonic darkness becomes increasingly inviting. Thinking of climaxing while listening to you dying. Realizing i'm closer then ever to letting go of what that fine line has been dividing. So my question now being, is it so uneasy to ****ing open your eyes and finally see me, before i'm totally overtaken by my blood thirsty demon and it begins it's uncontrollable violent feedings?
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Day in, day out i'll stand firm without a doubt. Ride or die i'll always do my best not to see you cry. Right, wrong or indifferent just know were in it to win it. So near or far you never have to worry i'll always be close to where you are. Behind you 100% so feel free to bet on it. That Aryan Goddess and forever your real down ass f***ing b***h
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Blood is thicker then water, a phrase we hear from the time were little kids. What exactly is it that supposed to mean? For the word family has changed, the term blood has become so deranged. Blood is thicker then water is just another way to lay a claim to some sick demented attempt at not having to deal with the blame. Too many use that phrase to play hurtful and deadly games, cuz you always hurt those closest to you. That's supposed to be okay and make all the pain inflected go away? That's ****ing lame and I hold nothing but shame in that pathetic game. What kind of world are we creating when our kids are finding out that "blood is thicker then water" is just a pretty way to say "its okay" for your family to hurt you that way. My family has done no more then shatter my soul and has turned my blood to run so cold, that i have no shame in my claim to a family that don't share even the same last name. Blood IS thicker then water, IF it's just blood and just water, but our blood is thinner now a days and water just ain't water. I have taken and challenged the blood running in my "biological" family's veins to the water my "real" family's got coursing thru theirs and trust me they are no where near, the ****ing same. So where I will stake my claim is in the water I prefer to have in my veins, for it is much thicker then the blood that used to okay such a pure pain. My family and I have discovered that the base to 90 weight gear oil is water and our water is much thicker then your phony ass blood claim. I know at least they'll be there to pick me up after that "family, blood is thicker then water" bull s***t ass game is played leaving me asking, "why is it that lame ass game is played over and over again like its okay to cause me such excruciating pain.
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I'm screaming out so loudly it's echoing inside my head. Yet surrounding volumes unchanged cuz i'm all alone yet again. I'm always there for you no matter what you need. So why is it so difficult for anyone to do the same for me? I get put aside, set on the back pages of your mind. I do and do just tryn to help, yet without question I inevitably fail again and again. I can't be very useful when i'm constantly forgotten. I guess it's better otherwise, i'm just causing yall problems. I'm lonely and sad. I hate making yall mad. Overlooked after being set aside and forgotten. All I wanted was to know you really meant it when you said i'm your friend. But again I sit lonely, screaming out for just someone to talk to and simply remind me why yall wouldn't be better off if I were dead. Is it asking to much to help me prove to myself all this is just bulls**t living inside my head
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I may not have much to give but what I do i'd give instantly for you to live. I stand firm as always. I will do whatever I possibly can so you never have to worry or cry. I will be sad and suffer so you never have to. Just tell me what to do to make s***t easier for you in your day to day. Hell i'll even take on any bad karma you may have commin your way. Ride or die, come what may, know i'm here to stay. Long as you smile for me everyday all the evil I endure is worth it and of this i'm sure. The only thing I ever ask in return is to give me your word you won't forget me. If I say I got you either way trust and believe that's a lifetime guarantee. So smile for me cuz that's what makes my day and gives me my reason to stay. Cuz without that little smile there's no point i'm going to suffer and cry anyways, so why not let me take your pain and suffering away? I can and will bear the burden for us both because you deserve those tearless smile filled days.
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My heart is golden, my loyalty real, i'm genuine and true. Yet i'm still overlooked even by you. I go out of my way to accomplish what i'm asked to do. Even still not good enough fro you. I didn't do it fast enough or right. Hell is anything I do even close to alright? I so much just want to remain out of sight. I can't take another fight. Praying to stay asleep permanently when I cry myself to sleep at night. Pathetic I hear you say and I guess that's ok it's always been this way
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