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Best Poems Written by Jacob Preston-Bridges

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Murder

Both hands, mine, dipped in brutal blood.

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Coloured Eyes

Some eyes are a brilliant blue 
With a hyper realistic feel
Some eyes are a bouncy brown
With a gorging glare of steel
Some eyes are an emerald envy
With an insurmountable amount of real

So many eyes! So many traits! Now let’s
Make some more colours!

Some eyes are a mighty magenta
With a small statue as the beholder 
Some eyes are a perfect purple 
With a beholder as big as a bolder.

So many eyes...

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The Tire

The tire ran on the roads,
at a speed of the flash it ran,
the tire was rogue,
it was black and SLAM,
it violently crashed in to the car;
breaking glass and metal and parts,
as if it had control on how far,
and it knew where to start. 

Where did it come from?
A lorry?
Why was it like a bomb?
I’m sorry?
How did it know where to go?
It had a mind, a brain?
I guess it went with it’s flow?
I guess it had a lot of pain?

I guess really...

Nobody knows!

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Copper

Copper is bronzed 
And is so so alluring-
But can be evil.

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Any Excuse

Any excuse to have a go
At you I will use it, I am 
The good guy (despite using
Verbal abuse), and you are
The bad guy; as I remember 
That time you made a mistake,
Baddie, baddie, baddie,
My anger is not fake;

You move that chair
You put steak in the freezer
You use air
You are not a believer 
You are you

And that, is the problem.

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I Do Not Believe

I don’t believe I am truly breathing air 
I don’t believe I’m good like a saint
I don’t believe god or whatever is fair
I don’t believe life is pretty like paint
I don’t believe I am a flare
I don’t believe my face looks faint.

I also don’t believe heroes save the day 
I also don’t believe staring snakes will fall
I also don’t believe baddies ever pay
I also don’t believe i can climb the wall
I also don’t believe people have a say
I also don’t believe every towers tall.

I believe i am evil. Stop calling me good.

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Consequences

The lawnmower rolls and grazes the delicate mind of the gracious grass, it reveals the truth about what lies. The lawnmower stops and the person, sorrowfully, stops to see the sinister 
sin he has committed. The grass is to 
Short, the mud reveals a ground littered 
With dead centipedes, ladybirds, all 
Sorts of atrocities litter the ground. 

As he looks, he truly realises the atrocities 
He has done. His soul stays stung, he 
Feels guilt, genuine remorse. He felt
Good, mowing his grass, until he looked
Back, eyes eject tears. He’s human.

Nevertheless, if he was to say the 
Holocaust he has done, it would be
Pointless, tears would stream from
The other gardeners eyes, he did not
Care about the bugs until he looked back.
Forced to open his eyes to reality.
Exposure knows only to cause pain for
Pointless reasons. He continued his mowing.

He’ll never really change.

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Infinity and Zero

Look in to zero. There is infinity.

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Nobody Is Steel

Fast is the train
Fast are the wheels
Wheels are round
Wheels are solid
Solid is metal
Solid is rusty
Rusty is puce
Rusty is deteriorating 
Deteriorating is atrocious
Deteriorating is occurring 
Occurring in ancient paper
Occurring in my head
Head is large
Head is hurting
Hurting with malicious memories
Hurting with pure wild wrath
Wrath due to crying
Wrath due to neglect
Neglect due to isolation
Neglect due to work
Work is key
Work takes priority
Priority is hygiene
Priority is tidiness
Tidiness is shiny
Tidiness is smart
Smart is A levels
Smart is grades
Grades of maths
Grades of insanity
Insanity due to a rapid heart beat
Insanity due to her with surreal eyes
Eyes are azures 
Eyes are scary
Scary is blood
Scary is knives
Knives for murder
Knives for cooking
Cooking for people
Cooking for you
You should care about you
You should not be crying
Crying is dos full 
Crying reminds me of dad
Dad was confused 
Dad had to many drinks
Drinks cause the murder
Drinks made me do what I did did 
Did...
Murder...

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Fed Up

Today is an ordinary day, painfully 
Pointless and average. Living to pay a 
System, that hates people like me, like a log cutter a tree, chopping away. Not leaving me be. I know people. Designers looking for the flaws and faults, waiting 
To judge. They love it, and do it with grudge.

Today is yet another day to pay my boredom, look for pointless pleasure. Just trying to feel something, by possibly reading a book. Each page full, unlike mine; a dull waste of flipping time. There was a time I had pleasure, didn’t get bored so quick. But, it was flawed, it was malicious and monsterous in nature. I was a living creepy-pasta. It was delicious, but made the blood spill, mind turn to jelly on a hot sunny day. I soon lost the will. 

Today, today, I have lost everything. Every frickin page written terribly for me, a fate that hates, I get bored so fast. It’s grown tiresome, like over drinking water, it fills you up, bores you, you’ve done it in the past. Eventually it all bores me, my malicious pleasures have gone because I care, I can’t do it again. No, not again. It’s not fair, I can’t be happy. I guess people would like to blame me for that, they don’t understand me. What happened to me can’t even be named, born in a plane crashing to the ground. A checkmate in 3, about to be found. Inevitable. 

Today, My soul glows a blood red. No dark pleasures, found in the sun.

But anger.