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General Population

Requiem in your false hope
Laying flat on your back praying for death
Shut your eyes and everything else out
Drown your reality and float on what you feel is necessary
If you feel it then it’s right
You know that pulse that shocks your system and you lose sight
People laugh in others expense at something not understood because that’s what it’s meant to be
Ill informed perpetually abused for the fact that you’re being kept in the dark
Letting demons breathe and walk around in the daytime 
Smiling at looking down at their watch
Waiting for your biggest moment that is being held back a grade to learn more humiliation and disappointment

Copyright © Jared Kent | Year Posted 2021



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Habitual Line Crosser

Idle hands
Twiddling thumbs
Taking an unpredicted walk through the Devil’s playground
Fallen Angels with flames still scorching their wings are tying off at nearby picnic table
Swings hang low and empty
Where future class valedictorians used to sit
Now they sit in the darkness where the Angels cry
The vacant basketball court is littered with torn “I’m sorry” letters, used needles, and smashed Wild Roses
The air is polluted with “I miss you’s” from loved ones who had to save themselves while there was still something left to save
Sneakers from morose motherf*ckers hang from the telephone wires
A place where junkies are at peace while the inner Angel weeps
Lonely in isolation 
Dark corner desolation
Destination f*cking nowhere 
Tears of friends and family hiss as they hit the pavement 
Steam rises from the cracks of broken dreams and shattered hearts 
Humidifying every lie and bad excuse 
Precipitating our concrete pain forest
In the circle of strife and squalors of nodding heads

Copyright © Jared Kent | Year Posted 2019

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Reckless In Des Moines

Schizophrenic tendencies
Stealing useless sh*t like a kleptomaniacal king 
Laughing and tip toeing to the closet
While listening to the faucet drip
Freaking out my third eye blinking stunting your growth with a lean
Heavy petting in front of you
Sucks to think about you and actually think that I was thinking about letting you view
Drama setting developing characters steady sweating in a church corridor and sat down on the pew
Confessed a few horror stories and placed the priest in a matrix
Intelligently designed inside this hell's hatred
He cried and prayed as I snatched his soul and vaped it
There's no escapaping this
I'm being blamed framed about to get arrested in vain while they tape it
Look Mom I made it!
Walk a mile in my ASICS
Basic training 
No negotiations
Guilt trippin on my laces
Remembered my cape and draped it over dead friends that became time wasted
Man I should've saved them
They always told me to go home
So I jumped off the deep end and waited
I'll eat you like a four course meal prepared and plated
I'm ing hungry
Spitting on you in front of me with a toxic venom developing a tongue disease
Better start to run from me
As I lunge with hands clung to a machete and swung at you hung from a tree
This sh*t is fun f*cking dumb b*tch punch you in the face and munched your  c*nt for free
The f*ck you want from me?
Dan, drum roll please
Sum it up punch drunk stole your b*tch at the lunch truck five fingers linger the flavor of the week
Swinging at a country singer smiling inside my violent dream
Means my demons fire breathing heaving the heat
Call me the pretty b*tch leave your ass in the urn with burns from the third degree
Half cocked leaning against the wall throwing up queasy feelings mixed drinks 1,2, and 3
F*ck you and f*ck me then leave
Fall on your way out like that autumn leaf
Trippin on the broken sidewalk cracked under your feet
Deep sleep woke the weak dreams screaming for tweak
Leaped over your jeep and beat you with the meat cleaver stashed under the seat
Freaking the  out inside an asylum for three weeks
Jeez it's freezing my body’s even seizing with heavy breathing strapped in a straight jacket teething
Lost in a controlled environment where everything that seems to be or seeming has no f*cking meaning

Copyright © Jared Kent | Year Posted 2021

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Life, Death, and Nonsense

Blatant ignorance is blissfully putrid
Like a decaying rodent inside a wall with maggots spewing out of a crack perfectly placed directly next to the cash register at Godfathers Pizza lol
Excessively happy spraying an aerosol can of bug spray into a tiny place where you’ve wanted to live for far too long 
While shoving change back into smiling customers hands
Showing up thirty minutes early to your shift to roll a blunt, but only to call in 25 minutes later and explain why you’re going to be a little bit late
My life has been toxic since the day I smelled my death at the age of 15
I'm sure that's where I came to terms with my mortality
More like the stage of awkward boners and f*cking teen spirit

Copyright © Jared Kent | Year Posted 2020

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Iwrip El Oh El

You f*cking psychotic side b*tch
Why don’t glide off my side take a hike before I grab a knife and slice your wrists
I love watching you walk away 
I’m an a** man when there’s no sight of your t*ts
Why wont you die? 
I’ve tried one too many times 
you’re like my f*cking sidekick on a twisted broom you ugly wicked witch 
Cycling inside a cyclone and duck the f*ck under a bridge
And get thrown out from under the ditch
Cram a glock inside your damn mouth and now your f*ckin breath is hot like those sandlot kids 
A loaded summer vacation 
Gave you a single crown and sent you to an eternal destination 
Vexation of the Spiritual awakening
Lyrical investigation 
Destiny manifestation
I f*cking wrote 
God mode 
You hear it because I f*cking spoke 
If you’d listen and shut the f*ck up there’s a chance that you could be something I’d smoke 
F*ck meth I am dope
Choked you down and threw you back out like a frozen rope 
Breathless a swollen throat
I’m chosen holding hope 
All alone on this golden slope 
Molding bold colors colliding inside like a kaleidoscope 
Trying to cope 
Without lying to myself in my self loath 
Crying behind these lines like a soap opera 
Soaking in an overtold joke 
Traumatic hysterical blindness
Fighting to see the lost notes 
That are hidden in brail 
And guide deaf ears to finally hear the victory bell 
As you become a victim in my hell 
Murded drag on 
That’s all she wrote

Copyright © Jared Kent | Year Posted 2021



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We'Re All Scum

Weathered hearts take the plummit for different reasons
Behaving freely like the chaotic parasites we were always meant to show how to live life a bit more f*cked up in the fast lane
Cruising around the metropolitan at an all time low
Putrid exhaust fumes gather in thick clouds of dense smog around highly trafficked areas
You take joy in the little things like,
Bumper to bumper commerce for the rest of your uncomfortable life
Rush hour's usual three and a half
Road rage fanatics cursing in tongues and spitting on the inside of their own windsheilds
And, others just honking their own horns because they want in on the action, too
Reminds me of orgies and no one wanting to do it with you so beat off in the corner lonely and probably whining
Humanity is pathetic

Copyright © Jared Kent | Year Posted 2020

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It Was So Beautiful Outside

It was so beautiful outside 
This girl played the ukulele 
And sang songs of her journey through recovery 
Rays of the sun shined down and broke off the strings into prisms of light that warmed my soul
Her voice went straight to my heart
I sat by myself and cried
It was so beautiful outside

Copyright © Jared Kent | Year Posted 2019

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Lay Down Comedy

I’ve taught you well my young elder. The chosen path of the light was handed to you in a gift of sight as I gave you my eyes in a different life long before the land before time. Nothing exists except love and the energy it carries. In the giving of my gift you stole that energy from my soul and devoured it into a pale moonlight. Never dancing with everything that was what you’ve always wanted in one moment. I lost myself and I’m trapped in your purgatory. We cycled and I saw your pain long before you knew what your pain was helping you understand. You understood above me and guided your bleak melancholy fear and vicariously incepted my meditation of healing and light. If that’s what you wanted snd needed then I must let you go and extend my olive branch of peace elsewhere. Your paths were yours snd yours alone. I wisely chose for you. Dream sweetly my bitter saltine cracker. I’ll take a spoonful of peanut butter snd understand death. Your taxes will be denied one day. Not by me. But by you. Again snd again snd again. Reach for your heart as your mind splits in two and crouch over your shadow until you ignite the flame snd can pass your torch. I trust you. Challenging yourself is not a joke. Only to those who are women and comedy is a male gene.

Copyright © Jared Kent | Year Posted 2021

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Evolution of Love

Natural selection is the beginning 
Congregating commonly in particular places where that special someone gentrifies the public with her natural beauty 
Hoping to gradually descend into cohabitating the same hole in the wall amongst a population 
From casual acquaintances to friendship
From reckless honesty and genuine intimacy to True Romance and pure hatred
Finally, everlasting in a connection that unifies a bond holding hands with your companion following your own paths of individual happiness walking side by side in a life you both created together

Copyright © Jared Kent | Year Posted 2020

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You Shall Not Pass

The saying “This too shall pass” doesn’t work for me. It has dug a hole in my heart and dwelled. Storms that have come and gone wash away the day’s pain, but never cleanse the soul. It sits beneath the surface. Remaining unaffected by the violent winds and torrential rains. It’s too deep. Too true. For anything to ever feel the same. Only you.

Copyright © Jared Kent | Year Posted 2019

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