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Christopher Morales Poem
Face down, mind racin, calm down, thinkin loud. Exposive thoughts taken over
my mind. Try'na rewind time, hopin to awake with all my issues in a case
contained. As I remain contained in my box of uncertainty. Fears jerk my tears,
not allowing my emotions to surface near. They grow, I know sooner than later
I'mma blow. Slow, I raise my hand, lower my head, can't think straight I'm going
brain dead. Instead of giving into defeat my body releases an internal instinct.
Never minding the people who don't beleive in me. For they are the key; to my
door of success. Tryin my best, never at rest. Kneeling, begging till the realization
of my ignorance hits, leaving me swetty, I'm split in two. I still feel hatred. But life
goes on, what can I do but live on, be strong.
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Every time I see you, I fall in love again. I feel free, free as a dolphin. Swimming in
the deep blue sea, watching, roaming looking for my partner to be. Everything
else is a blur, except for me and her. My heart swells every time I think of us
being together, wanting pleading to be with you forever. I touch your face and it’s
as smooth as suede, I need you like a fiend needs cain. Can you hear my plead,
I’m telling you your what I need… Holding you is pleasant, kissing you is heaven,
hoping; praying that you feel the same way. Now look into my eyes, close yours
and hear what I have to say…
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Me, the odd man out. I feel like the seed that never did sprout. Trying to figure out
why life is this way, the fear of not knowing growing by the days. So as I lay, half
sleep falling into a trance, I think, what is the chance of me defeating my past. At
last, I rise to my feet still being drownded in sin, a state of gloom takes its
position; I cannot win. People seem to be taller or I'm getting smaller per sin I
commit, I'm in deep water. Everybody's watching for me to grow, but I die silently
as water covers my nose. So as the last glance of the world fades, I pray to God
my soul to take.
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Looking back on the harm I’ve done, I can’t forgive myself for mistaking harm with
fun. I’m done Try’na figure out if I’m a good or bad person, converting the hurting
wishing it would rain to hide my pain, enclose my fears, and cloak my tears.
Thinking for years if I’m a make them proud of me or be ashamed of the person I
grew up to be. Life chose me, I didn’t choose life, I’d rather be dead than alive
going through pain, not striving forward, no one recognizing the love I have for
them. Next thing I know life’s outta control. Hoping one day I can roll over and
life’s answers will unfold. So I can mold myself into God’s true creature. Until
then I will be overlooked, my words misunderstood. Everyone’s a beautiful car,
but me, I’m working under then hood.
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