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Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Your Image

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Monday, November 19, 2018

Leak 11/19/18

Three posts this week.

Your Image: Visual Poetry-11/20/18

The New Life:Poetry-11/22/18

Fade:Visual Poetry-11/24/18

Hope everyone has a good Thanksgiving!

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Saturday, November 17, 2018

Simplicity of a Thought

Washing away my heartbeat,
with the simplicity of a thought. 
Why try to find people,
if you is all you got?
Some are decieving,
others are dead.
People will destroy you,
is what I said. 
Why believe in another,
if they don’t have your back?
I know what I have done,
I have knowldedge of my sins.
You know who is going to lose, 
and who will win.
So why worry about me,
if you’ ll never return the offer?                  
So leave me alone,
you only deceive, kill,
and leave me behind.

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Thursday, November 15, 2018

Come to Me Now

Come to me now,
and yes I know,
I’m a little headstrong. 

Come to me now,
and yes I know,
I need your love. 

So come to me now,
and try not to cry,
I revel in your eyes. 

Please come to me now,
don’t let me fall astray,
I’ll wait for you to wake. 

Just come to me know,
and yes I know,
I need your love. 

Because our love is...home.

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Tuesday, November 13, 2018


I’ll head off and set myself home.
I try to be quiet,
you people won’t leave me alone.
I’ve cut myself,
and tied a noose before.
The world is fake,
there is a war. 
Your mind was never right,
and your love was never pretty.
I would rather be in a burned down city.
This tale will start with a kiss,
It will end with my body,
fighting a temptation I cant resist.

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Monday, November 12, 2018

Leak 11/12/18

Three posts this week.

Temptation: Poetry-11/13/18

Come to Me Now:Poetry-11/15/18

The Simplicity of a Thought:Poetry-11/17/18

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Saturday, November 10, 2018

Demon Days and Vision

Walk into the woods, 
and find yourself a home. 
Give yourself a minute,
some time to be alone. 
Rushing words can hypnotize,
the weariest of minds. 
I can hear it in the trees,
in their moans and sighs. 

I think of you and I wait for a kiss. 
But how could you love a man like this?
The feral waves crash into my mind. 
I wish that I could leave it all behind. 

This new vision. 
Is addictive. 
I take the pills, 
it goes away. 
But I don’t want,
to live this way so,
this new vision,
is addictive. 
Just close your eyes,
and see what I see. 

The doctors they tell me,
that I can’t live this way. 
I need to take the supplement,
to force the Demon Days. 
The Demon Days and the vision,
are the elite in my mind.
They point out the flaws I have,
it helps me feel alive. 

But I soon settle with a pill or two,
to please the one I love. 
Demon Days and vision,
don’t have to be with me everyday. 
But the rabbit goes down the hole,
when I’m feeling like clockwork. 
But the new vision that I have,
it is what I want in clockwork. 

This new vision. 
Is addictive. 
I take the pills, 
it goes away. 
But I don’t want,
to live this way so,
this new vision,
is addictive. 
Just close your eyes,
and see what I see. 

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Thursday, November 8, 2018


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Tuesday, November 6, 2018

No One Is A Winner

Bring in your guns,
there’s a new kid in this town. 
We will look back in the times,
and reflect what we have done. 
It was such a awful thing. 
It was such a hideous act. 
It was a ugly thing. 
Wish I could say enough. 

No one is a winner. 

Load up your weapons
and that toothpick you call a sword. 
It’s time to look past our differences,
and obey the holy word. 
It was a unholy act. 
We had to deny the facts. 
It was such a stupid act. 
We couldn’t say enough

No one is a winner

No one is a winner.
Starve him till he’s thinner. 
No one is a winner. 
Carve out his liver. 
No one is a winner
No act can hinder. 
No one is a winner.

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Monday, November 5, 2018

Leak 11/5/18

There will be three posts this week.

No One Is A Winner:Poetry-11/6/18

Crawled:Visual Poetry-11/8/18

Demon Days and Vision:Poetry-11/10/18

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Saturday, November 3, 2018

The Fall

With everything that saves you.
With everything that kills you.
Will you take comfort in the fall?
With everything I said to you. 

When villains take different forms. 
When people say they don’t need you. 
I’m ready to do the fall. 
When your not begging to stay with me. 

Now you won’t save me. 
It’s not that I don’t want to.
Now you won’t hear me. 
It’s not like I lost you.
Addicted to those heroin eyes.
Addicted to those desperate sighs. 

To revel in the fall. 
To everything I gave you. 
Thank you all for coming. 
I know you have been waiting for me. 

Right when the chorus plays. 
Right when I change my ways. 
I’m falling to the floor. 
Right when you said you changed for me. 

Now you won’t save me. 
It’s not that I don’t want to
Now you won’t hear me. 
It’s not like I lost you.
Addicted to those heroin eyes.
Addicted to those desperate sighs.

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Thursday, November 1, 2018

All Night

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Tuesday, October 30, 2018

The Thought

There is a fear in me, 
that haunts everyday.
Placed by love, 
that won’t go away.
She gets in my mind and plants a seed.
To grow and free my mind.
The ink is fading, 
ever more each day,
but the pressure she left,
 just won’t go away.
I’ll try my hardest, 
to get it out of my mind.
Just to see it, 
the next day that I find

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Monday, October 29, 2018

Leak 10/29/18

There will be three posts this week

The Thought: Poetry-10/30/18
All night: Visual Poetry-11/1/18
The Fall: Poetry 11/3/18

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Saturday, October 27, 2018


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Thursday, October 25, 2018

Right Here Where I Lay

There is a decision, I have made,
to edulge in fear and bathe in pain.
I’m misunderstood, why is this so bad?
Its my choice of life, I created the new fad.
But I haven’t always wanted to be this way,
there was once a light, life once played.
There was a girl who showed me the way,
she told me to live she told me to stay. 

I know now that she wasn’t right,
her dress turned black, as adrak as night.
She was in a beautiful black dress,
but all I saw was white.
You showed me the way, which is now false. 
I now lie head down, 
body like a cross.

Now as I let my life unfold,
I see the light now.
This is my path, 
right here where I lay

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Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Still Loves Me

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Monday, October 22, 2018

Leak 10/22/18

There posts this coming week

Still Loves Me: Visual Poetry-10/23/18

Right Here Where I Lay: Poetry- 10/25/18

Sleep: Visual Poetry-10/27/18

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Saturday, October 20, 2018

The Doppelgänger

Harold, a seemingly successful business executive, was heading home from a fairly long day of working. Harold was a single father in which had a young daughter at the age of seven. Samantha was a fairly good girl but struggled to sleep at the house when no one was home. She had to fend for herself most days. Cook herself dinner, complete her homework without help, Samantha was an independent girl. It was dark outside when Harold got home and most of the house lights were off. Harold looked at the house on arrival and thought it was very strange that the house looked vacant. After pulling his car into the driveway, Harold walked through the garage and into the kitchen. There were no signs of Samantha anywhere. Harold turned on the light to reveal Samantha sitting with her back turned to him in the living room in the dark.

“What are you doing in the dark Samantha?” Harold asked, “I thought you didn't like the darkness,” Samantha didn’t respond. Harold walked into the living room searching for the switch to the light and flipped it but the light didn't turn on. The lights in this room seemed to not work but it was a job for another day. Harold went further into the room and stood beside her and he felt a tension in the room. Something was not right and he was correct. Swiftly Samantha turned around to Harold and hugged him in her small arms and Harold knew instantly that Samantha did not have a good day. 

“What’s going on Sam? You can tell me, I’m all ears.” Samantha didn't respond but continued to hold him firmly and he could only feel sorry for her. Maybe he has been working long hours and Samantha feels neglected. Harold thought carefully and thought about what Samantha wanted to hear, she wanted her father home and he agreed. He had been working long hours and barely had any time with her but that was what happened when you were an executive for a Fortune 500 company. 

“How bout I stay home tomorrow?” Would you like that?” Samantha responded but it wasn't from her lips. He heard Samantha across the house and up the staircase in her room, not in front of him.

“Dad? The lights wouldn't turn on and I got scared so I hid in my room till you got home.” Harold looked behind him to see another Samantha at the top of the staircase in dim light. “Who’s that?” She asked when she saw a small girl hugging him.

“I. I thought it was you,” Harold said now breaking a sweat. If Samantha was on the staircase then who was this small girl? He tried to move the girl to let him go but she would not let go. Harold then turned her head to see her face and it in fact was not Samantha but some doppelgänger with black eyes. 

Harold was petrified and held his breath as the small girl peered directly into his soul. She smiled revealing long sharp teeth in her mouth and at that moment Harold knew that his time at his Fortune 500 company would end this night and that he would never see daylight again.

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Thursday, October 18, 2018

The Man

I’m the man that dies,
at the end of the movie. 
That proves all men,
go big or go broke. 
In the dawn of our kind,
we have been condemned,
for what we think is wrong and right. 
Not to stop to think,
if it is nessessary. 

I’m the man that kills,
in the middle of the novel. 
In which you first thought,
I was the belle of the ball. 
It an ugly thing to be,
rooting for the wrong team,
but by the end you realize,
it was for the right reasons. 

I’m the man behind the mask,
at the beginning of the story. 
Which makes you think you want,
a life like mine. 
It just turns out I’m afflicted,
by the worst of the illness,
which makes me a dangerous man. 

I’m the man in the center,
of the topic of the poem. 
In which you stop to think,
if we should write ourselves to death. 
It’s a dog eat dog world,
and your life becomes unnoticed,
unless if you die without recognition. 

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