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Liars

Lying gets you nowhere in life.
It will cut you just like a knife.
Don’t tell a lie it does no good.
Tell the truth like you know you should.
Liars irritate me so bad.
They hurt my heart and make me sad.
We all have lied and said it's small,
knowing we should not lie at all.
Lying will put you in a rut.
We should just keep our big trap shut.

Lying will find its way back to,
show you no one believes in you.
You will begin to live your lies.
You'll look foolish in others eyes.
I know people that lie so much.
They use their stories like a crutch.
Liars lie right to our faces,
about time, money or places.
All these lies will catch up in time.
for all of them I'd take a dime.
Telling the truth is really rare.
People tell lies without a care.

I can't handle lies told to me.
Honesty is what's really key.
I've lost friends over silly lies,
knowing it's something I despise.
Lies are easy to spread around.
Spend your time where the truth is found.
Just tell the truth and you'll go far.
It doesn’t matter who you are.
Do not tell lies take it from me.
It is not who you want to be.




2/13/2017

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The Perfect Dancer

You have perfect skill.
Bringing everyone in the crowd to chill.
You make dancing seem so easy.

The way you move can catch everybody's eyes.
People know you will take home the prize.
Flawlessly impressing anybody.

No one thought this would befall.
We didn't want to make that call.
The hospital says you won't ever perform again.




2/24/2017

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Contrite

I lied about 
where we went. 
I lied about  
what we did. 


It was  
good bonding. 
The cops ruined  
our sibling spree. 
 

I am sorry. 
You weren’t 
supposed to find out. 
We didn’t know what was in store.  

May 10, 2019

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Sorrow

A hurt heart to your death,
I must get through the pain.
Just one breath,
I take in vain.
You are gone and never to be found.
Living the restless life,
Without you I've drown.
Now I am at strife.
I feel pain, distress.
Sorrow fills the eyes,
Watching you go in the ground in great dress.
I don't know how to deal when someone dies.





2/24/2017

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The Road To Fresh Water

I sometimes think about all the wonders of the world

These thoughts leave us here alone together, curled 

Does the sea spit sapphire blue? 

Oh how I can't wait to find that to be true. 

Either fourteen or twenty-one days 

A map is a liar in some ways.

Waiting for the confusion to be over

and to be done feeling like a rover.

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H-O-P-E

Hold On,

Pain Ends.

That’s hope.

Hope is what rides on angel wings.

Hope hides in the darkest,

Most mysterious places.

It doesn't come to show,

In some.

Others, its all they hold on to.

When in troubled times,

As humans, it's all we count on.

With friends and family,

And haters and enemies.

Hope is in the air, it never gets too far.

Hope is the voice in your head saying

Hold On,

Pain Ends.

It’s a bumpy ride but

Hope never leaves you.




2/13/2017

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The Lonely

Outcrys...
In a room with one hundred wicked, immoral people.
Humans bellowing at each other, saying words that are better left unsaid.
Nobody really gives any affliction to what is happening. These immortal humans are jerks playing with the minds of us who tend to suffer. 
An uproar begins... 
Once the truth is revealed as to what is happening, their words may stop for now but they still come back.
Commonly worse.






1/31/2017

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The Life Race

You got my mind racin' 
My feelings chasin' this...
Impossible cause and effect trail.
I can't think.
I can't speak.
I can't get what I want.
Someone will just take. 
This life race is going slow.
But I know I will win...
I am the only one in it. 
Don't teach me how to race, 
If I have a guarantee. 







05/08/2017
(not my best)

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Tomorrow's Yesterday

Everything is changing- 

The good, the bad, and even the evil. 

Looks are all exchanging 

As if time is stuck in the medieval. 

 

Structure is all replaced 

As myself is caught in isolation. 

Horror is left being faced 

To destroy all of my own fixation. 

 

Tomorrow’s yesterday. 

The wall between reality and false. 

For no one will see grey, 

To think we would get together to waltz. 

 

And to think time has changed, 

I show cation to all of my tears. 

Everything seems so deranged  

Or maybe this is all of my fears. 

 

All the forgotten things. 

The destroyed friendships and forgotten arts 

Makes time think it has wings 

Making life see only a few parts.



11/05/2018

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K-Ville

Meth Bomb, Homicide Village, 
Diverse Culture Site, Crown Town, 
Kendaltucky and Johnny Appleseed's Homestead; 
Tremendous and Troubling and Tortured, 
Town of the Long Face: 
They say you are explosive, and that is valid; I know of the white powdery crystallized bombs being made under children's beds in the deepest hell of a home 
They say you are a cemetery on a cold winters' night and that I must justify with the RGS running the funeral mansion  
They say you are congested, and I do believe that there is not a lot of field in range to go through the saloons and institutions 
While many of the headlines are validated by the sweating asphalt- this town of mine is home and my hometown is just as flawless as its flaws:  
Take me to a more sufficiently lead team of law enforcers picking up the crooks of Kendallville off the road. 
Taking a lifetime of folklore and continuously celebrating the satisfied existence like Christians on Mardi Gras or Americans on the 4th of July. 
Vicious as bears searching for their prey; amiable cubs jointly loving families and families of families 
Sensible, 
Persistent, 
Exuberant, 
Courteous, 
Inconsiderate, Impassionate, Immoveable, 
Covered in crank, devoured in the brain, suffocated by stigma, 
Covered in red juice from babies who bleed from bullet holes, 
Covered with resentment all around people who are the same the rest, 
Encouraged by devotion taking apart all sin within the field like a first-time Christian opening their heart in the fight for heaven  
Lost and encouraged that all things happen in the enclosed surface of a town for Him to save. 
Encouraged with tremendous, troubled, tortured loss of the populous, diverse in a congested area, represented by Crowns throughout the town in years past. One finds salvation in the explosion of guilt.