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Kintsukuoi

You have been disabled,
pulverized, smashed, splintered,
and fragmentalized.
You have been broken. 

You think that you are weak,
unvalued; your feeble and 
fragile state of mind has you 
feeling so dejected. 

Discouraged and crestfallen,
you cry to the stars for strength.
Darling, who told you
that being broken was a bad thing?

Your strength never left you, only faltered 
in this struggle. Your bones are 
steel and your heart golden; mending 
yourself will take time, but you're worth it.

When you learn just how 
significant you are in this world,
you will learn that the most
fractured people are the most radiant.

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The Land of the Corrupt

Safe, protected, free, just, wealthy.
"You're safe in America."
"Our government will protect you."
"We have the most just system in the world."
"America is the wealthiest nation." 

Welcome to the United States, 
where safety is police brutality against 
our own citizens; where the food we 
eat is pumped full of poison; where 
our guns are taken from us to keep us 
"safe", when the enemy is on the home front. 

Welcome to the Land of the Brave, 
where men and women lose their lives 
over another nation's resource, even though we've 
got the technology to keep them home; where 
a man turning into a woman is more 
important than hundreds dying in an earthquake.

Welcome to the Land of the Free,
where free will and creativity is 
frowned upon and conformity is the 
latest trend; where its citizen's opinions 
go straight to the garbage while those 
already in power continue making decisions.

Come on over to the USA,
where child molesters serve less time 
in prison than those caught with a plant;
where you can be arrested simply because 
your skin is a different tone; where a mother that 
killed her child got away with a slap on the wrist. 

Make a trip to the wealthiest nation,
where one percent of the population holds 
every cent, while homelessness is at an 
all time high; where religion means no 
taxes, and it costs an entire years pay 
just to afford a higher education.

Make your way to the Land of the Corrupt,
where the War on Terror is a scam,
and our nation's biggest tragedy was a planned attack;
where the poor are forced to pay taxes with 
money they don't have, while the wealthy 
gloat in flashy suits and Mercedes Benz.

Don't eat anymore out of their greedy hands.
Take your freedom back.
House our homeless.
Block out the media, it's an illusion.
Stop fighting for a country that wants you to die.
It's time to make a change.

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Lake Ozark, Misery

The LOZ;
the place to be;
the party town of Missouri 
is where I call home. 

The hills of the Ozarks 
house every known allergen, as 
well as families that are cooking
something to be paranoid about.

This man-made body of 
water holds rumors of 
dead bodies and piranhas
that parent's tell as wives tales. 

The forever changing lanes of 
highway will lead you 
to the same place; once 
you're here, you'll never leave. 

The rolling landscape is covered 
in litter and overgrown weeds. 
Crosses from car wreck casualties 
line the roads like misplaced bones. 

Everyone that isn't from
here thinks it's paradise.
Everyone that lives here 
calls it the "State of Misery".

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Vodka and Redbull

Three hundred sixty minutes and 
sixteen shots later,
and my heart is still unraveling 
inside of my chest.

Four hundred eighty minutes 
and eight cans of Redbull later,
and my bloodshot eyes are 
begging for sleep.

Five hundred forty minutes and 
a bottle of vodka later,
I'm staring at trembling fingers and 
dying to hold you.

Six hundred minutes and 
half a pack of cigarettes later,
and I'm straining to remember 
your name.

And that's alright with me.

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The Art of Existing

Can you see me?
Are you aware of these 
clashing entities that are 
rubbing my insides raw?

Extended appendages and 
inaudible screams are all that
I have to salvage what's left of me.
Can you even see me?

Can you hear me
calling out from within the 
void? Do you feel the vibration 
from the echoes of this prison?

Can you hear me? I know 
it's too much to ask of you to 
decipher my feelings when I 
am speaking in tongues.

Can you feel me scuffling 
with my own emotion, trying 
to keep the beast inside from
mauling me into nonexistence?

Can you feel me fighting
my flight instincts? Darling,
my endeavor feels like failure,
so can you please help me?

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Devour

Oh. My. God.
Harmonious ecstasy and 
oxytocin dance through 
every cell you've come into 
contact with.

Oh. My. God.
I never believed in God 
until you had me 
moaning prayers into 
the sky,

begging for sweet,
sinful salvation. Your 
tongue formulates its own
scriptures, and I am weak 
in the knees. 

Devour every drop of 
my innocence, my pleasure.
Speak to me in tongues 
until I am worshiping the sky.
Oh. My. God.

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Domination

Oh, Daddy,
have I been a good girl?
Has all of my hard work 
to impress you paid off?

Oh, Daddy,
you know I've been good,
but I want to be 
bad for you, too.

Oh, Daddy, 
you've had such a long
day. Why don't you 
take it out on me?

Daddy, strip me down;
tie me up'
take advantage of me 
in every single way.

My body is yours 
to do with as you please.
Daddy, make me feel good;
bring me down to my knees.

I'll worship your body 
like it's my saving grace.
Daddy, make me your slave;
put me in my place.

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The Daughter of Indigo

She's never been the type 
that loves large crowds and 
booming parties;
the stress of conforming 
weighs too heavily on her 
sensitive heart, 
and quite frankly, most
people don't fall on the same
end of the color spectrum.

Everywhere on this earth is 
home to her, and Mother 
Nature is her muse. 
A black sheep born with a 
wild heart; an indigo
child infatuated 
with change and fueled 
by tranquility. She is the 
virtuoso of her own authenticity.

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Gluttony

I want some more; I need more

money, clothing, and food. Give me more.

Stuff me full of chemically altered nutrition;

Dress me in flashy, and unnecessary, fabric;

Let me invest every cent I've earned 

on more materialistic goods and services, maybe 

I need control, but I want more.

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Envy

My eyes transmute to dark, forest greens.

(Isn't the forest supposed to be beautiful?)

She's beautiful, nothing at all like me.

I make acrimonious convictions about her, and 

sadly, it provides me with such relief. 

I shouldn't preoccupy myself with such maliciousness;

I am desirous of who you are.