Best Injecting Poems

The Colours of Happy

I am the painter of happy
Traveling along life's dark streets
listening for the beat
Feeling hidden colors with my feet

I see the beauty 
beyond the dark
I'm floating within this concrete park
leaving my mark
Playing tag with a can of paint
My art is vibrant 
I won't...

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This won't be a pretty picture, but I'm going to use this paper to put my art on
I'm not heartless, let me show you where my heart's gone
Should I be ashamed? Should I hide my scars?
Some were gave to me, others inflicted from self-harm
The weight...

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"The In-Between"

I ripped the pages of 
that tired old story 
from the heart, a body of work

buried the misdiagnosed slanders
then wiped their mouths
with the back of my spoon

the feed they found,
passed the disingenuous time;
some found it hot, others -

scratching the surface 
paltry yard confounded,
some alarmingly...

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If tormented truth is 
   the taste of her fire,
injecting her blood 
   with poisoned rain 
   in golden chalices, 
what is the color of 
eclipsed spheres
where there’s a 
desolated darkness 
that dwells through 
devious spirits 
to rise higher?...

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Migrants on the move from violence
their only possession
breath-space on a smuggler’s boat
secured with back-bent harvests 
in pretzel-bent systems
weight of crates of strawberries 
hoisted on hell-bent backs
just trying to reach Spanish-shores’-east 
from Moroccan beach with a camel-mystique
—the seaway west of Africa 
a rags-wearing-flotsam grave

migrants on the...

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Flaws

I sleep like a prisoner, in my own dreams.
I wake up to the flaws of reality.
I meditate to this world I hate.
I live a life no one will ever appreciate.
Everything changed since the day I took my first step.
Flaws in the pride I demonstrate.
Flaws is...

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You stung me with your waspish words
Injecting poison into my very soul
Again and again with those stinging syllables
Your words buzzed around my brain
Still you flew in and continued your scathing attack
It all came so easily to you
Viscous vitriol freely flows from your foul mouth
Deeper and...

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All alone in a bush downstream
Where not a soul was likely to dwell
Pinned against the green grasses, a young girl
Injecting her ruthlessly, a cruel hunk
At my sight, off he fled

A rape victim an innocent soul
Her mind drifts into the abyss of sorrow
As red fluid streams...

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The day Wilma went for her injection
The doctor he made a suggestion  
     Please strip to you butt
     And out it must jut
This will save you from getting an infection

So Wilma she sticks out her bottom
This...

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Tiny spiders spill forth from a crack
in the plaster wall.  Crawling, spelling
out the answers I’ve sought.
Filthy wall vibrates with words.

Words, that drip and ooze down
onto the asbestos tile. Breaking
up, each letter sizzles into a small 
cloud which rises into flickering fluorescence.

Words that are the...

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O' cloned creations,
mirroring deceptive diction
scattered in liquified letters,
across android canvases,
here comes the plague of
fabricated foolery,
spiraling in figments of
black and white illusions,
injecting illusive veins
screaming for vanity,
with verses plagiarized
from villainous valleys.

There’s nothing poetic about
the way AI is pickpocketing
rhythmic runes from the
museum of dead poets ~
immortalized on the...

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The Tramp Persona
Who was this boy, a pauper born?
Existing in despair and continual forlorn
Scandalized, accused of communist sympathies
Encompassing both adulation, and social controversies
Charlie Chaplin how can I take you seriously?
Chucklesome slapstick injecting tragedy
Awkward, little mime tugging at the heartstrings
A cathodic empathy he brings
of all those...

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Depression demons go away; joy has lost its way…

Depression demons; stop injecting your venom in my soul...

I can taste your pain in my veins
Feel your cold and bitter despair in my air!
I smell your stench; it’s wicked as an old wench
You make my mood move...

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When mocking a rival with mask
Prepare to be taken to task
For you may look dumb
When your test results come
And the public has questions to ask.

Is it simply, as you have made clear,
Like a flu that will just disappear
Or will you, like your speech,
Try injecting some...

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Darkened eyes that pull you in
Fangs hidden under a grin
That are sharp pointy and long
They have powers that are strong
No escaping from their bite
They hunt in the darkest night
Once they find you it's all done
There's nowhere to hide or run
In their nest is where you'll...

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