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Intro

A Poem by Penuser

Picking at my troubles like they're scabs, bothering me with their itch knowing very well i cant resist.
I cant escape and i rarely attempt to, already beginning to feel at ease with these situation's persistance.
While im attempting to reach some kind of worth the universe does it work, for a lot of things its reverse.
Watching the clock tick its time when the true elements were its surroundings, the type of lessons we keep missing.
Still no one to always keep blaming, all alone in our holes its just us to help pull.
What a burden for a bargain we seem to end up where we started, theres no escape i admit im afraid.
Dont mean i bow down to a b***h queen, or another man who tries to crown himself king.
Im just a man making mistakes always feeling like he's standing in place, no expression just an older looking face.
There's a lot more to this than what i do and dont say, opinions may come and opinions may change.
Look at it anyway, its your job to decide what is true for you, sometimes you gotta be part of that bullshit to really walk away anyway.
And that's okay but find the path that's straight most of your days for your own sake.

Im done being confused, being abused by the words that i choose to describe what gets to me.
I cant give a f**k less cus i can give a f**k more, all i hear is voices followed by messages, some good intended and others misdirected.
But none the less all aimed without any other purpose than to gain hope deep inside to spark the thoughts that let us feel we're alright.
Some work for that light but i on the other thought dont care too much for that shine, i take in my warmth and move aside.
Yes i love to be alive, cant think of anything else to do besides this life, i found more love inside to keep adding to my thinking.
That alone is what im building, with the structures of the thoughts even though they sometimes fall.
Im new to the new things but old to the present things so it seems im up to bat but damn i never swing.
Back to old thoughts when i was in a team, but now these days all i ever end up with is me.
It never seems the right time to call back on those things that no longer seem to exist,cus they were made that way by the shots we insisted on.
Loop back and forth, that's the vertigo effect that spins me down all the way to the floor.
Sometimes i just stay there and stare, my head spins too much when i close my eyes so there's no point to care.
That's why im stuck feeling this, so sick of knowing how this is i apply it to whatever cus it never really matters.
I just wanna move faster whenever i can because if i stop now then it might just really be the end.




Lost in the highways of my life murdering time the best way i cannot, pushing just to see what ive got.
All my life i spent all of it on things i felt and saw, the things i thought were true where they stood.
But everything rotates to adjust what feels uncomfortable and just like that im back to pulling on myself.
Sweet nothing ive felt both sides that ive been riding, i see the good, the bad, and the things that have come to be with what i had.
I guess ill never stop looking back at all the years, helps me get over the fact they are no longer here, its like medicating just to wonder what id be saying in a couple more.
Looking at this very moment probably thinking, where am i going? Seems like the cycle that keeps cycling getting me all caught up in the tiredness.
My punishments , my lack of care for confidence it has all made this man i am as simple as i am with all the complex situations vibrating in my head.
Its not soothing, its not a massage, im not at a spa, and i guess im not so much into grooming i mean look at me im comfortable with how i be.

Individually you must get things right cus no one else is here to make you unique, you gotta learn to see it on your own in order to be it all on your own.
Its not like help never comes around but rely entirely on it and you might find yourself picking scraps off the ground, its those survival instincts that change the path headed home.
Take what you want to make how you walk, waves will come from underneath all things known, through it all your reality has grown.
That's why dreams seem far cus we get scared to start and its not a conscious feeling you can just learn to face, its the fuel that tempts us to get closer and farther away.
Are we really blind? You cant keep going the way you been going if its not working, that face in the mirror is the only person we'd be fooling.
Who am i fooling? Cant stop what I've been doing cus it is what i have done and to discontinue to persue it makes me feel dumb.
Its not what i have become, it does not make me any more or any less in these present moments it is only where im coming from, but i decide where im going .


Sometimes i feel its best to just drive yourself cus you cant count on anyone else to keep you alive.

© 2013 Penuser


Author's Note

Penuser
Ignore grammar problems please. And id appreciate any feedback. Thanks

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This is really good dude, really deep and full of imagery and the rhyming scheme is awesome! Just maybe make the font a lil bigger hahah but that's about it, respect to people who can write this big of poem and make it fit together and not lose continuity within the poem. Another fun way of writing poetry is to write within syllable counts like have lines alternate between 10 and 12 syllable or just have all the lines with 10 syllables, it'll create a nice bounce and rhythm to the poem. Keep it up, brah!

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Added on March 24, 2013
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