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There Are Times
A Poem by
J.P.O.et
There are times I feel so out of place. There are times I just need some f'in space. There are times I wish I could be erased and leave this behind..
Step Off
A Poem by
J.P.O.et
You want to get the best of me Puff out your chest at me But I'm like telepathy Before you push your breath at me Got you beat unquestionably I'..
Love Aint Hardwired
A Poem by
J.P.O.et
Can't remember when I got tired of crying myself to sleep. Hey baby, I'm retired and I'll be yours to keep. My connections got rewired when I fel..
[untitled]
A Poem by
J.P.O.et
Seen all types of lows Dead broke staring thru your windows Not living for tomorrows Time and money aint something you can borrow Y'all say keep i..
Prayer of Self Pity
A Poem by
J.P.O.et
If I were but a man as alive and gruesome with eyes transfixed and set in blue stones. Inside the iris sits my life, my own translucence of such..
Interlude
A Poem by
J.P.O.et
I want you. I want to kiss you. Kiss your cheeks, your lips that speak, and body sleek. Your breasts, the insides and inbetweens of your thighs..
The United States of Apathy?
A Poem by
J.P.O.et
Casually I create another casualty. Ennui I eradicate with my vocabulary. Let me illuminate my itinerary. Go locate the spare key, navigate the Ca..
As....
A Poem by
J.P.O.et
As she laid in the ethereal light that bathed her neck and shoulders in a golden hue, I felt closer to her than any waking moment allowed or ..
[untitled]
A Poem by
J.P.O.et
Like beating a dead horse or teaching the deaf morse, keep repeating till I'm hoarse not reaching the concourse and when it rains it pours as our..
Loneliness
A Poem by
J.P.O.et
A man sits aloft in his habitat of life. Gazing out the window at the oncoming night. He talks to the trees as if they are his wife. Staring into t..
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