Massive

Massive

A Poem by Moving Mass
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This one really came out with birth pains. Expect more though.

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If in my dreams I tore through the seams of hope,
remember the day I started this fray with you.
Beneath my soul, I burnt through your coal.
Forgive me if I stay. Forgive me if I say 
you're wrong.

I can't recall the crimes I've committed,
remembering all the times I've submitted 
myself to kings.

I'm working the kinks out.
I'm broken. I'm wired.

"The token of life is to never get tired."

These words,
They mean nothing to me.
Throughout my life, 
all I've wanted to be is 
myself.

So false advisers,
f**k off if you please.
Just stay on the shelf 
and I'll be at ease.
Don't say it, I know:
I'm analytical,
straining myself just to stay
sub-critical. 

© 2013 Moving Mass


Author's Note

Moving Mass
Just speak your mind. No censors!

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Shy
There isn't much to say
Very interesting

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Moving Mass
Moving Mass

Ceres, CA



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My name is Michael. My birth date is March 3 1996. I recently put up a picture of my face, and now I'll probably look like a felon haha. I like to write about dark topics sometimes, and I love crime s.. more..

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