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Go fuck yourself

I feel a mood as a cloud that made his home above me.

It’s like the way I am isn’t me but still they judge me.

Speak to me, only I see how the storm leaps to action, grab your jacket, heavy rains and commotion rackets in my place of peace.

Raindrops are the thoughts and they really sprinkle to my mental.

Came off as hot, but cold is where my heart is.

I shiver as I hold a temper of this is the start of my confliction

Outcast because I see it and then choose to walk life different

You people make me sick and I wish for endings..

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Oh let this cold that came as a wind mold to your skin.

Nearly a million little chills come with real, it’s happened before you know the deal.

Fall in line to find what may?

A flow was the way the mood has fold, please let the light dim.

It’s hard to breath here, this is my home I have formed to it. Above the norm, this storm is like the mouse trap, cheese oh so sweet. Now I’m glued to it.

Accept my blanket of joy, I give it to you.

Reject my depression, I live it. I wouldn’t wish it to you.

Neglected for forever and unprotected so what is settle? I project that I’m nearly slumber, came to a low. The past a flash so fast I now remember.

I was made to roam where there is nothing steady with my home. Forever alone is the way to where I zone but never alone is where my heart will always come.

Disappointed with the outcomes of what my actions have done.

Heavy breathing when I’m in my zen?

Not content when I’m supposed to represent?

Lacking faith, and not wanting to gain.

Flustered with pain, oh how to maintain.

I don’t think anyone understands and that’s why I tuck my brain and I hold this shame

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Never mind what happen. For it’s the next life that matters. Be wise of thy actions.

Bailey James markis

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I wanna get away

I want to run somewhere, anywhere. I want to go far from here, it’s not that I don’t want to see you. it’s that I have to go.

I am not sure when, things get in the way. My days are filled with worry that I won’t make it to my place.

Solidarity isn’t scary when it’s filled with Farytales and new blank lines to fill I feel that I am only so close, I can almost, be happy.

It’s a room. Away. My days filled with my stage.

This place is a wonderful grey, feel welcome

If I let you near, I got away from fears

I don’t like to show my pain, nor my rage or tears

Yet here it is. Me looking for ends on my page of sin.

Off I go again

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A little bit

I need you a little bit of you each day

Soft to my lips as it transmits to grey, a fade

black as the night is the home to breathe

I need you a little bit each day

Connection or obsession, I can’t tell but in your love I bathe

Rejection without direction the path I’m slave, but to you a crave

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When I get home I’ll smoke pot and let my pen dance

-BJM

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I feel as I need to run until I collapse

Wheel oh maybe drive, oh so fast

Feel, when I rock on this boat through the vast

Go, somewhere and never come back

Go? well I would, but something holds me back

-bjm

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remember the first

I was waiting for a train, but I knew where it would take me

To where it’s fire and the earth quakes

shakes from the music on the beach or from the dance of the palms when the wind wakes

Alligators and moments to saver

Smiles from an angel that fell to the devil

Bang on the keys and strike that trembling fear into all of them here, love struck once in the afternoon, no gloom in the room as the blood runs thick. Hot temperatures still the looks swift, it’s magic how the energy flows

Real chemistry, from neck to toes

Meant to be, or was that a message from foes

I’ll remember this girl as my world rows.

-bjm