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The streets meet the defeated soul. So bold was he; as to rape the young woman, not once, but twice. Then the bullet in her head promised her silence. The sirens came near, but he fled the scene quick as a cat. The gun disposed of in a sewer of feces. His wrists on the pavement, slit by his own doing. The streets meet his fallen body. The sky cries on his face. He knows what Mom's will say. "My chil' my chil', what a disgrace" His heart slows, lessens its pace. He's gone now, their goes the c...

If you let them... They will burn you to the ground. They'll take the source of your intentions and eradicate the soul; leaving the smear of acceptance in every word you write. If you let them... They will murder you with fictional weapons. Your body becoming nothing but a factory of human waste. If You let them... I won't let them! I'll starve with the good word...

Today is a fallen-downtrodden-insecure sculpture. The creation of a tumultuous past. But rest your head on my lap for 24 hours. And if the tears begin to fall let them do so unceremoniously. It's just life looking for a way out...

Give me a spoon! I'll eat your soul. Then i'll cook up your brain and feed it to dogs that rub their noses in grammar. Lets go Shakespear, Sing me a fucking sonnet! Serial killer style? I'll leave that for the real sicko. I am kinda sick though, or so it goes. why? I write without thinking, and never think about writing. Fingers control me you see. They are my heart, lungs, and liver. The vital organs to the survival of me. Breath, puff and pass, No not the joint, the gift, and i got it from ...

I hear a voice that tells me I'm good, no great. I ignore it, walk the other way, take the opposite train, swim against the stream. I keep that voice locked in a chest; never let it out. sometimes I peek through the keyhole, and I can feel it exhale withered dreams. The day you start believing your better than what you are, is the day you are dead as an artist, no point in going, The voice continues to say that I'm great-or at least will be- well, shut the fuck up! Writing is enough for me, g...