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Poetic Angst
once

only
one
chance
to make a
difference
in this life
and the
next.
only this
can be done
once


Excerpt from Holes

If only if only
the woodpecker cries
the bark on the trees were as
soft as the skies
as the wolf waits below
hungry and lonely
he cries to the moon
if only if only

if only if only
the moon speaks no reply
reflecting the sun and all that's
gone by
be strong my weary wolf
turn around boldly
fly high my baby bird
my angel my only.


Knowledge

Knowledge is Power
Power is strength
in numbers in authority
of things that can't wait
so if knowledge makes power
what makes knowledge?


Burn

the flames rise like flowers
in the spring called night
setting candles in the fields
and embracing the star's light
if only their leaves wouldn't burn
and petals thrown away
because then the fire could remain
and frolic another day


perfect

you can try to be perfect
but each time you will fail
because in the eyes of every person
perfection is purely hell

there is no right and their is no wrong
because it's different in every nature
being perfect is unreachable
because of our fallible structure


Jacked

it's not wrong
it's not right
it's not black
it's not white
it isn't serious
or ill
like something
coming for a kill
jacked doesn't have a reason
for anytime
or yearly season
it's word that means anything
come this month, or mood, or spring.


An unhappy man
in an unhappy town
with an unhappy grin
and an unhappy frown
where is one so sad to go?
where laughter won't depress him so?

Oh woe is he, the unhappy man
with the unhappy life placed
in his unhappy hand
Oh, woe is this, the painful life
of unhappy man with his ill tempered wife.


Wasted

It's that high you get
when falling down stairs
or when climbing a never ending
ladder
to heaven then dropping
strait onto hell.
Yeah. until you go
SPLAT
against the devil's tile floor
this is fun
yet being wasted isn't as fun
as being
sober
cuz then
you understand what
i am
saying
emo


Gory

Blood splashed
against my palm
as the blood pooled
from my broken nose
where time had punched me
and destroyed my face
so that i look deformed
hideos
horrible
ghastly
words to describe
the sins of time
whatever.


ScriptlyScholar
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