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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a haze of cheap liquor and losing bets, Where dreams drown in nights of cold sweats, Someone scratches truths on a weary machine, Words torn from a life raw, jagged, obscene. Rejection mounts, a tower of scorn, “Too crude,” they sneer, “too broken, too worn.” The world turns away, calls the soul depraved, Yet the words keep flowing, unpolished, unshaved. Deadend hours for a handful of dimes, Spilled on bottles, on blurred-out times. The night consumes what the daylight spares, Chasing shadows through stale city air. Years bleed out in a blur of despair, Self-loathing stitched in the seams of the stare. But deep in the dark, a spark takes hold A fire that refuses to wither or fold. “Stay and go numb, or burn for the pen.” The choice is hunger, again and again. Pages pour out, no mask, no disguise, A truth unrefined, no polished lies. No saint, no hero, just flesh full of flaws, Shouting defiance at indifferent laws. Not for the crown, nor the world’s acclaim, But to spit out the fire, to carry the flame. Trying is safety, a way to retreat, Real work is bleeding, jagged, incomplete. Success isn’t born from getting it right, But from standing alone in the wreck of the night. Purpose is pain, a furnace that sears, No peace without grief, no love without tears. No greatness without the breaking apart, No creation without the risk to the heart. Life is a circus, a cruel fleeting show, Where fear makes us shrink, makes us small, keeps us low. Yet beauty lives in the cracks of the soul, In the scars we bear when we fight for control. So live, scream, and bleed, let it tear you apart, Follow the fire that burns in your heart. It will ruin, consume, and grind you to dust But truth is the only companion to trust.
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