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Rainy Weather

All the things he put you through but you still trust him
You want his image to be bright, it sits dark and grim.
You start to ask yourself if what he did was your fault
All the dark memories he caused stored - locked in a vault
Hidden from society, hidden from yourself
You get so mad, so frustrated, so worked up 
All your emotion stirring like tea in a cup.
Till one day you just lose it all 
Tearing up throwing what you own against the wall.
You have lost yourself in a forest of emotion 
You wonder if there is a cure, maybe a secret potion.
All hope gone you stare at the wall in silence 
Was all the pain worth the little bit of violence
You don't know what is real or what is fake
Praying for god if he can give it one more take
 wanna make things right but know they can't get better
All you have left to do is enjoy the rainy weather.

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Pain

Come take a ride with me 
I’ve got some things for you to see
Forget your pain and misery 
Don’t think about your history

The people you say you love 
Do you really mean it 
Because even though you push and shove
They don’t really see it

They understand you want to
But don’t know why you can’t
Did you give them enough clues 
Because when you say you love they think you rant 

They leave 
They don’t tend to hurt you
You sit in disbelief 
While the thoughts go through and through

Deeper into head 
You start to feel the pain again
You try go to bed 
But the meds won’t numb the pain  within

Sorry to bring up your mistakes
But it's what I'm here to do 
Pain slithers like a snake 
And the snakes are here for you

'Give Me Your BEst New Poem' Emile Pinet
10/07/19

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The Other Me

Don’t blame it on me 
I gave you a warning 
It was clear to see

I don’t intend on hurting people
It just sorta happens

It’s like a skill trait 
Or a debate 
They all see but no clappin

Everyone around me is hurt in a way
Say i ignored you
Or called you dumb
Or said throw your shoes away

I’m not sure what makes me do it 
If it's something deep inside 
But i can stop 
Just need to prove it
So I dig until it hides 

I know him I can tell you who it is 
It’s some other me 
I promise
I can tell by his-

Hm what was i saying 
Confused loss of thought
Is this a game that i’m playing?
Am I a christian?
For a second I sorta thought I was praying

Like I looked up to see the foot of my bed.
Not only that 
But it wasn’t I
It was some other me instead 
Did I hit my head?

Because the other me is laughing 
And not at something else 
But it is pointed directly at me 

He’s sad 
Crying 
He doesn’t even seem happy 

The laughter was fake 
A cover of some sort 

But it wasn’t fake at all 
It’s his crutch
His support

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Control

Have you ever signed away your freedom 
Let some papers control you 
Because that dumb decision made you need em
 
They say drugs can take you from you 
But that’s all fake news 
I just need drugs so I’m normal just like you 

But I don’t need them anymore 
The want is still there though 
The want to taste the spores 
I’ll be locked up I know though

I’m a minor 
Can you wrap your head around that 
I don’t even know myself 
At seventeen 
I want my life back 

I’ve been the youngest
At NA meetings at least 
They’re in their 30’s and 40’s 
I’m still in my teens 
I have even got the chips 
The highest was one month clean 
People can go thirty years 
I barely go thirty days without LSD 

That’s not all though 
There’s a lot more to this story 
And trust me when I say 
That there ain't a lick of it that’s boring

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Ignorance

The harder I fight the harder I fall
Should I just give up and do nothing at all

I wanna quit 
Right about now 
Give up my arms 
Put my guns down

There is now use
When i'm fighting myself
I feel so abused 
For this pain that I felt 

There’s no point to play victim
When I’m who I should blame
Why get mad at others 
When I can’t get over shame 

I have seen my worst fear 
I’ve witnessed myself make so many disappear
I don’t know why but I can’t shed a tear 
Or i can when I’m alone 
when it's just me and despair

At this point I think I’m someone different 
Want to watch the world burn
When I used to want to make a difference
When I thought they all noticed me 
Was when i was the least significant 
Guess how that makes me feel. 

Well just like I’m blessed with ignorance.

10/7/19

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The Ride

“If you look left you will see everything you have done.”
Good and bad all displayed into one.
Recollecting your memories because you have the time in the world.
“Now if you look right you will see what you could have become.”
Wondering why and how you didnt get there in life.

But you’re locked up.

Locked up in your own train of thought.
As you sit eyes closed covered up.
You notice that you are the only problem in your world
The only reason things go wrong is because of you.
You feel as if you can't make a thing go right.

“Now what you see behind us is your past catching up.”

You know what you did and it will haunt you.
It will eat you up until you can’t handle it anymore.
Then you hear footsteps.
Closer and closer to the door that keeps you away from the world.
The only thing making you feel comfortable.
They get louder and louder till you feel as if they are in your ear.
So you open your eyes.

It’s dark 

The only light is peeking through you window
You see the door knob start to turn 
Do you run?
You stay realizing that all you have done is run away from your fears
“As you look straight ahead you will see your greatest fear.”
The door slowly opens
Your heart is beating out of your chest 
You see a face
A rather familiar face.
You don't know from where though because your eyes are not adjusted
Then the figure enters the room.
In a very soft voice they say.
“Dinner is done if you want some.”
You calm down knowing the ride down memory lane is over.

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Town Children

Town Children 
10/07/19

Though white as a snowflake 
No darker than sand
Umbrellas on hot days
Not to catch a tan 

Weird at first  
Warm hearted inside 
At youth they were nursed 
Just like you and I

Were not so different
Towns children 
Magnificent 
Outside and in.