Can’t Sleep…

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It was nights like this when I’d write. Bloodshot eyes, whiskey on my breath, and a joint in the hand to help me relax. I’m also typing this with my right hand. A few mistakes but well worth the few puffs I get in before the fire dies out. It’s 3:51 in the mornin’. I miss him like the heavens miss a fallen angel. You feel bad for it up until a certain point. The cats are fed and the dog is filled with poo. Can’t sleep, what am I to do? I made a mistake and prepared for the best, but in my own interest. This joint is working its voodoo. I’m tired now. Goodnight. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

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Pardon My Excuses

Pardon my excuses, results of damage, post abuses.

I spent my last dime chasing that fast high.

 My conscience, a goody two shoes.
 
Constant battle, bad temper, short fuse.
 
There’s more than what meets the eye.
 
Years of issue wrapped up nice.
 
Closed eyes grant instant escape.
 
Temporary fix, short getaway.

Missed

The girls got a knife in her hand.

Just waiting while she sits, thinks, and ponders her plan.

Taking her life away she makes March 10th her very last day.

Missing out on her dreams and her plans, for a breakup over a silly young man.

He didn’t want her for her beautiful charm or the bracelet she would wear on her arm.

Not thinking she’d be devastated by this, in a soon moment she would be dearly missed.

Slitting her wrist just to get a taste of the pain.

She cries thinking she’s the one to blame.

All of a sudden she hears a knock at the door

“Go away!” She yells. As they knock on some more.

“Just give me a minute I’ll be out real soon.”

The clock was ticking to her approaching doom.

She takes four rounds to the head.

Stabs herself, falls near the side of her bed.

Looks unconscious, but she’s only dead.

None of her friends knew where her future lead.

She didn’t leave a letter, just a simple note.

Yeah it was real painful to read what she wrote.

“Never treat people like this, because you never know when they’ll be truly missed.”

Alive

Single-heartedly driven

no cure for it prescription.

Out of my mind,

mentally challenged,

but daily persistence.

My universe is different

no Einstein but gifted.

Decipher genetic code,

in my blood it’s imprinted.

Crucify the wicked,

all sin judged, no different.

We throw stones

claiming we’re the

righteously living.

My downfalls forgiven,

clean slate brand new vision.

Fighting not to survive

but to feel more alive.

Frustration

Where do you start?

The urge to move forward but the fear of where to go.

The frustration begins and slowly takes its toll.

Eating you alive from the inside you panic.

Wondering how to contain this endless manic.

Obstacle Course

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In every direction, running every which way.

The course grows longer day after day.

Only those who endure finish as they patiently wait.

No matter how tough or what fears come their way.

Just a couple of minutes to think of what’s next. 

Time is limited so you better be quick.