A Cheap Tape Job

You tried to hit the rewind button on life too many times
Should've known it doesn't work that way
Now the tape is jammed in the system and requiring careful hands to repair
I know the struggle all too well
When a shred of tape is all I could rely on to keep things going
I know the struggle and will meet you halfway there
I know all too well to just need someone there
No words
Just hands on your shoulders wishing I could take the pain away
And some poems aren't easy to write
Problems not so easy to right
If only words could ease
If only words could soothe you tonight.

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Light of My Mind

I've waded through dark thoughts

Stumbled through the attic of my mind

Catching my feet on unseen obstacles

Face hitting the floor, the taste of blood in my mouth

I picked myself up and brushed off the dust

A new day, tomorrow is a new day

My father would say

Well, if I must go on I will go on

Eventually I come across a window

It's slanted light illuminating a notebook on the floor

I sit down and run my hands along the pages

Hours later I was still there, with that book

Yet a different kind

A different man using the light of my mind

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Poetry Vault 1

The worst poison disguises itself as potential salvation
But we all walk along glass bridges
With our destruction balanced precariously on the hopes and dreams behind a crystal ball
It doesn't make any sense, does it?
The best advice never does
Because it challenges the moment

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High Windows

By Philip Larkin

When I see a couple of kids

And guess he’s fucking her and she’s   

Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,   

I know this is paradise

Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives—   

Bonds and gestures pushed to one side

Like an outdated combine harvester,

And everyone young going down the long slide

To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if   

Anyone looked at me, forty years back,   

And thought, That’ll be the life;

No God any more, or sweating in the dark

About hell and that, or having to hide   

What you think of the priest. He

And his lot will all go down the long slide   

Like free bloody birds. And immediately

Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:   

The sun-comprehending glass,

And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows

Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.

Big Black Hoodie

She's so small in my big black hoodie
Head just pops out the top of my big black hoodie
Lake nights with her girls in my big black hoodie
Firewood smell all over my big black hoodie
Woke up one morning and it was gone
Nothing on, but my big black hoodie just covers that..
Don't mind that sass when she's got that..
I'm laying beside her and in the corner of the moonlit room I happen to see
My big black hoodie

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The Manuscript

Just when I thought it was all over
Lightning struck
Fate fell from the sky as a four leaf clover
Fluttered into my outstretched hand
I put it to my lips and blew a constellation of pedals that reached the far points of the world
I hope one found its way into a young writers hands
And he will look at the world in awe at such a chance
At 17 he'll have his first dance
All the wrong steps
His hands wandering along her backless dress
Such a Russian roulette romance
Someone will have to end it at one point
And he'll be furious at his own tears

Angrily wiping them away
Furiously scrawling in his notebook
A recluse from the loss and chaos
A hope book
But yet he learned the power of poetry
Young soul you learned the power...
Of the manuscript.

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Rage Page

I can't let your dark eyes close along with the shadows around me
Barely hanging on and you have control of the pen I hold to cope
I gave it to you
Guess I'll trust you in a way you never trusted me
I've tried
I've tried to reason and rationalize
Tried to downsize
These emotions subdued by cup filled potions
And I see the light at the end of this tunnel
But there's thousands of pounds holding back each step
I just have to do this and I'm not enjoying the moment
Far from an ego moment it's atonement
Feels like a loss but I'll never be a boss of this shit and never wanted to be
I have family so far away it kills me everyday to be away
From
The ones who love me unconditionally
Because I'm Devon and I'm more than my last shift
More than my last hit
Relapsed for years and I can only hope I'm ready to quit
We all have our own stories
I'm the poet in the wrong time
I sit alone in empty libraries
Literature cast to the side
Gimme that netflix fix

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