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Odd Times

(a poem I've written back in 2013) I've encountered something quite odd I'm receiving brand new information I've given up too many times to count on my underestimated fingers Trying to think rationally...I've been tricked by your lies that linger Beneath my skin...I've been your brother and your kin Maybe I was just too under pressure Beyond a million measures Don't trespass in my property... My mindset is as upset as it already is You're like a bittersweet berry... Your poison slipped its way inside me...the abyss... Turns its malicious head... Dodging all the devious dread... Face my fury Feel my injury I would die tonight Just for your hope tomorrow I would live for you Even though you are filled with sorrow I'm sorry for being me... I'm sorry, my darling...be... Courteous of us... We are on the same bus... We bear responsibility Together as one, bro... Clearly, cooperation is key But...you made me anxious tho... It's obvious that you don't care You're oblivious of my feelings just a hair I'm sensitive to the core You win, I lose...I will do your chore Because I love you in these odd times In these hard times 2013 is the hardest year of my life 2016 would hopefully be an end to my strife Alas, it is not so So, let the sun glow Let happiness and hope... Wrap around you...please don't mope... I'm your rope to protect you from all harm I will be your unique charm to save you from harm But, you don't mind my hurt... I hurt like an expert and the pain is real In this distress, I take comfort It might feel like the whole world's after you, but it isn't frankly...we love you and you are big deal... In my life, bro... I love you tho... Our bad habits can take over us quite easily... I've been surviving for a long time hardly... I'm alive to see you well, Not plummeting in your own hell Quit the laziness Quit the haziness I love you when you're not drunk This ship called Philadelphia has sunk Friendship didn't really matter to me Familyship matters to me to be honest, mate Fanship doesn't matter much to me either Maybe it's fate that I arrive undone...I've arrived late... In the hands of love from above... I'm sorry for everything...I'm not a suave, flawless dove... I am just a weird, naive teenager... I'm only human, so catch ya later I can't stand the anxiety here at this house I feel like I'm a hunted down mouse Please don't shut the door on me I didn't know you had an abundance of misery It will take courage, patience and time to change our lives around Self-control is what I'm developing - yet, I'm feeling gravity-bound Dig me up like treasure underground I'll pick you up without a flash of a sound I'll be bold for you, bro Don't you know That I care about your health altogether? I just want you to get better...forever... The bullets of pain Murdered my hope Driven rather insane By your million mopes I'm tired of hearing it I'm tired of your bullshit I'm tired of being nothing In your eyes of something I want to be someone in this home Not this other guy that's left to roam In the cage of rage... We are still on a different page I'm twisting and turning like a tornado They always say, "Go with the flow", But, why... Why did I break? I begin to bake in here... I shed a tear of utter fear... For heaven's sake! Cast me away like a stone, hopping in the river Of your whatever's and your bipolar weathers - I can take it I will use my wit I won't throw a fit Like you did, nitwit Pieces and pieces of me... Are falling into place... Now, it's about time... During these odd times... To take a sip of pure grace From the Lord of Accord's cup I see my brother from afar - what's up?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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