I Broke

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


Punk rock.

Submitted: July 30, 2018

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I write poems with no words,

just to say things that noone can hear,

unless they listen,

I make them static moments,

come alive with electricity,

its my lifestyle.

I erase most of what I say,

on purpose,

unintetinally, I have come to find peace. 

I start over.

I throw my hands up,

not under arrest,

but beause I am free,

with a middle fingers in the air,

not just for me, but in defense of my friendly ones.

 

I don't want to be a part of it, 

anymore than I have to,

to exist without it,

it an achievement, in my opinion.

I don't say things for the fun of it,

I just tell it like it is,

 I have fun with my own words,

never give into hers or his.

All these minds,

that have something to say,

give me an idea,

of what to do with my own.

 

All my ideas,

mean nothing,

unless you can see me,

with your soul.

 

My moment always feels passed,

only remebered by me,

in the future.

 

Remind yourself,

we use tools to measure,

our instuments have voice,

this sound echoes on,

forever,

we have a choice.

 

 


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