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The Search For Manhood

I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught initiative and action to wield.
Ducked away from my call, chose inaction’s shield
I wish to be that man, I know I could.

I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to strive to be the best.
Accepted mediocrity, letting go of the quest,
I wish to be that man, I know I should.

I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to respect my desires and needs.
Told to beg for wants, as my worth recedes,
I yearn to be that man, I know I would.

I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to give love to others’ hearts.
Believed love was limited, torn apart,
I beg to be that man, one never misunderstood.

I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
I know not more than most boys.
Focused on grades, girls, and fleeting joys,
Can I be that man? Is there even a likelihood?

Every waking moment, I ponder,
In the dawn of adulthood, my soul is urged.
To look at me and ask,
Am I that man, who emerged?

As time flows as it should,
My wisdom grows long,
I strive to be the man I could,
I can change. That is good.

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Splitting

I operate in abundance of extremes,
Flirtish to skittish; kind-hearted to mean
I am a tolerant bigot or a emotional stoic
Yet everyone around me don’t even know it

The tug-o-war of conflicting interests 
Both teams in an endless contest
To control my fast twitch reflex
Of my best defence; verbal offence. 

Shutting people down from entering my mind
When I see the pity form their beady eyes
I don’t know if it’s pride or loathing 
When my tongue cuts words foreboding

the demise and destruction of myself and others
But I move forward for my mother and brothers
And with  the numbers of loved ones that every day grows
I need not fret of ever being left alone.

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Narcissists

A hermit without a shell is a
weak, pitiful creature.
It wonders alone for onlookers to
moisturise their naked skin with 
empty tears.
They feel no shame when mocked 
for their fetishized strife;
flagrantly flailing their flaking skin
to justify their tantrums.
The terror and turmoil that it sheds 
plagues even those passingly amused.
Until we are all naked, afraid and alone.

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Empty Defeat

I gaze into the eyes of oblivion, 
it stares back at me with contempt. 
None of us are budging a brow to blink, 
for our pride is at stake. 

We sit opposing sides of a sterile void, 
tiring from the tedium of this task. 
Wondering who will move, who will flinch. 
Who will lose. 

The bags of sand that weigh my weary eyes are starting to quake.
As they are about to close, I finally see it. 
What I am looking at. 

It approaches me to smother me as I finally close my eyes. 
I feel its cascading breath, I am finally face to face with Oblivion. 

I open my eyes teary with defiance, but only to be face to face with 
Nothing.

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Desired Pit of Despair

I stand on the rocky shores of my island,
Waves crash towards my feet, foaming between my toes on the empty beach.
No Kings. No Masters. No Gods. Only I.
The shores were as barren as the land itself.

The shore froths from its mouth, suffocating in disgust at what it has become.
And I sneer with sadistic glee as it gasps its final breaths.

I see unidentified vessels approaching the wasteland I am bound to.
I balance between the pointy pebbles that pierce my sole.
I can vaguely see the shifting shapes sliding straight through the sea.
It is a fleet of individual sailors, looking to find claim on my barren bay.
My blood races, like an Olympian sprinter charging towards the flaming torches.
Yet, I haven't moved.

An electric surge courses through my body with the power of a metropolis.
Yet I haven't moved.

Senses heightened tenfold;
I can smell the salt oozing out of the sea,
I feel the air whistling in my ears from the east with a tickle,
the thirst tormenting the tip of my tongue,
the shriek of seagulls shattering my eardrums, and the detail of each and every ship, from port to starboard, is clear to me.
Yet, I haven't moved.

From this desired pit of despair.

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Morning Glory

dawn sun warms our soul
seals the fresh gashes of yore
hope for the wounded

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Drinking Problem

Forgive me, mother for I have sinned,
I will chant a drunken hymn:

Virgin Mary, seduce me with salvation 
from my daily woes! I everso 
Crave to be delivered from the damnation
That tears me, so.

The fire in my chest
Balls up all my sorrow
The cinnamon embers warm my breast
Whispering the empty promises of tomorrow.

The liquid stream rages forward,
With the inhibitions swept and drowned.
I can finally see colour in my world,
Waiting for the beating to crash down.


My name has been stripped from a glass,
My precious ones see a stumbling ass, 
With even fewer looking back.
All  I have left is you; my bottle of Jack.

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Leviathan

We live in the jaws of Leviathan 
locked in His tendrilled tongue, twisted and
gasping for air

a second to breath
as it's scaled spit scales across our head
the saliva corrodes our flesh with a painless

hiss that pours into our pores 
We fall into the creature's throat 
descending into the pitch black

We feel it's waning heart beating us
To batter of meat and crushed dreams
smothered us with lullaby

We are not scared.
We know what's to become of us.
A footnote of history.

digested over time whilst we
drown in its intestinal fluid
until we are spat back out 

from His rectum with
our remains remaining 
a fable for future kin

For God has created this creature
that we had the misfortune to live in.

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Missed Signals

(Ring.)

"Hello?"
"Can you hear me?"
…

"Hey there."
"How have you been?"
…
"I know, I know,
It's been a minute, hasn't it?"
…
"Yeah, I can't lie,
I don't know why.
After all this time,
I should stop with the tries."
…

"But I gotta ask you,
Do you care?"
…

"I really miss you."
…
"I miss the crappy jokes too.
I… uhm, really need you.
No, not like that.
Just... It's nothing, you know?
Just let it go."

"Okay,
I've been feeling grey.
It hues out my day.
I find it so hard to ignore.
My mates just think it's a bore,
Hearing me go on and on and on
About the same damn song
About 'he's so sad cause-
-he's got issues with his dad.'"
…
"Sorry, I got sidetracked,
I'll run it back.
I then found you."
…
"I know you're not perfect,
But I'd rather be direct
And say you saved me.
I'm not coming off too strong right?
I hope I'm not, please say I'm not,
Please don't go, don't go…"
…
"No.
Don't go, don't go.
Just...forget it.
So, I just… can't."
…
"Every single memory lasts a lifetime,
For those few hours, you were mine."
…

"Yes...yes.
You said it,
We should just forget it.
But… I can't!"
…

"Why won't you let me explain?!
All I want is to be seen, no blame.
I know, I know,
I should just let go.
But maybe you're right,
The love ain't worth the fights."

"It was a sign,
That we should have said bye.
But I wanted you by my side.
Even now, your voice reminds
Me how you pant in my ears.
It's crazy how seven minutes can
Feel like an entire year."

"Just, can you please hear me out,
And please, I hate it when you shout."

"Even if
Nothing means anything,
Just an empty fling
For a second
It was a thing."
…

"Just, please.
Listen to me.
Please, listen to me.
Do you care?"

"I hate what I became once you left,
An empty-shallow-husk bereft
Finding joy in the chests of
Strangers with a disinterest

In who I am."
…

“It’s just not the same.
 It’s not just a game to me.
For the first time I… I swear,
You made me care.”

"The agony of knowing,
That I'll never be going
To your favourite restaurant.
The look in your eyes screams ‘Indifferent’,
Every time I see you there."
…

"That's why I want to know.
Do you care?"

…

"I'm right here.
Can't you hear?
I just can't bear,
that you don't care."
…

“I care.”
…

“I always have.”
(Buzz.)

"Hello?
Are you there?"

(This caller is currently unavailable. Please try again later.)

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A Friend's Smile; a Gift From God

In the darkest moments 
Drowning in my bile
T’was, not God that saved me 
But a close friend’s smile 

God gifted us all with life
Even forfeiting His Son
When the greatest gift of all
Is the people we name loved ones