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Charlie Sanjuan Poem
I am lifted off my life, Carrying no breaks leaving all things behind.
The pounding fist of my heart, seeks somewhere to be spread apart,
I am filled with Thrill marking down the happy days on the chart.
But I am feeling the past becoming present, my life of being around with
no justice. I clamp my fist in my mind, beating down the inner bind, Corruption
eating time, sagging war between guns & knifes.
My face is pale & abandon to sale, my body aching reaching for help.
The side walk, of a pimp talk, is a miserable law written in chalk.
What's the meaning of a gangsta poem, sitting down & writing this in home.
I'm characterized, in a world matching accountabilities is Homicide, Just
look deep inside.
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Charlie Sanjuan Poem
My thoughts are Impregnable, I'm feeling like an outcast & its
In breakable, the walls clashing down my surroundings
feeling hopelessly bitter.
I'm drastically overwhelmed with my heavy burden of questioning
my own fails. I have fallen down of my own pride that keeps me from
reaching greatness, its like the stars who are connected bringing
faithfulness.
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All the fluids in the atmosphere, that were in here were revealed.
Now there's a place not to far from here, where everything is whole & pure
& life its self is peace filled.
I live in a magic show, where things come & go
& people fail you but love still grows.
My story doesn't tell me lies but the things that I'd abide, my darkness
doesn't shine like the white light in the sky, her face is precious &
sad to say goodbye, this love we can surely rely.
This mess we must clean, it is not our job to say who's mean, we all
have an addiction of this life phene, but it doesn't mean that we can't dream.
I must not limit my own standards for I am not king, I lift my hands up high
as if I'm flying over the world with my wings, & I can feel the texture of her
Heart beating now she's queen, so nervously she looks away & than looks at me,
O' what shout full, joyful sing, she can sing to me.
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Charlie Sanjuan Poem
Something that
means something
to you is
something that
was once nothing
to you. I found a
place in my heart,
where know one
knows about & it
consumes realistic
parts.
The movement of
time is writing in
this poem in its
mannerism truth
rhyme, the worlds
dead end, is not
feeling it with
expectations of
lose ends, but
falling short of
walk ins.
Joy is life, living
another day is
knowing you
haven't died, so
live today better
than going asleep
at night..
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Charlie Sanjuan Poem
About my life, there is know space for dead ends, in order of compromise does not exist within. Her body is so cold with darkness, the light I have left is becoming lost less, I endure the burden upon my heavy shoulder, to take upon this submissive surrender. She is unwilling to speak of her errors of imperfection, as I am willing to hear of her flaws of transgressions, I wait slowly for her for I don't want to interfere but for I know she is my perfection & that I can hear, Months we've given to each other love & affection & of situations that we didn't know we could bear, but all will become clear.
Its been several weeks now since I've opened up & started writing my stories in beautiful poems to beautiful people who read them, it just feels so refreshing, after all I know I'm not alone.. The hard rock that knocks between feeling corrupt & lost, can be destroyed with the help of people willing to try it.. So lets help the broken for I am also broken for I am willing to try it...
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Charlie Sanjuan Poem
I have no words to explain, this suffering pain,
but I will remain, I wont go insane, you aren't the blame,
we both love each other the same, for this love conquers all things.
The depths of drowning in an agony of missing you,
is okay, knowing ill be seeing you.
I cant imagine the temperature of degrees burning your soul,
Your heart trying to escape the chains of cold,
while your spirit is fighting your feet are standing bold,
you will win this evil malicious load.
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