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Broken Smile (my poem)

dead93mau5

dead93mau5

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This Scarface mentality,

and DMT spirituality,

got me questioning,

what the fucks reality,

Is life just a fallacy,

or is there a deeper purpose,

will I make it too heaven,

or be sleeping with the serpents,

welcomed to forever's furnace,

a never ending circus of the world's most fucking worthless,

a darkened reassurance,

that never even mattered,

blood like ice, veins collapsed, till they're all shattered,

till your hearts fractured,

a happiness that’s manufactured,

no clue where I'm going and if it even matters,

but I've been late night scheming,

under the moonlight gleaming,

till my mind starts dreaming,

till my nightmares screaming,

till my conscience starts fleeting,

till my demons start deceiving,

and I’m left with hopeless believing,

a life without meaning,

a world with no trust,

an inevitable ending of being crushed to mere dust.

I’m only 19 but my minds grown older,

Each year that passes my warm hearts grown colder,

I'm a psychedelic soldier,

beauty with no beholder,

growing close to closure with an unbreakable composure,

but lately it’s been so cold,

and just so dark,

watch me smile while I’m being ripped apart.
 
Cool! I think this would make a cool rap song, and I don't even like rap!
 
does the wonderful thing of flowing eloquently whilst still being able to have a point, or two three. especially like the reality inquisition. As you bleed in and out of a waking dream from one angle of perception to the next it challenges reality, when you remember something from the past that wasn't real wasn't it just as real as everything else cus after all it did happen right? guessing your not just asking questions, you have your own ideas right?
 
yes certain things from my past that could be described by some as "not real" have left a substantially larger impact than the things that were real. I have my own ideas but I wonder how much truth they hold.
 
It sounds rather a lot like an experience(s) not directly achieved from chemical use? I think the reality is a complex issue to define when dealing with the things in our lives that aren't there. Perhaps it doesn't matter, just matters how we handle what's thrown up, whether is real or not. I remember things that never happened, as clear as things that did. Nothing major, a place iv been. A person iv seen. Something they've said. So sure it happened, gets to be awkward asking sometimes lol. What brings you here anyhow?
 
to bad you couldnt freestyle that this takes me 1 sec check it ...i sold my mind long ago just to roll with the criminals and villans im outta control with my soul on the line im fuckin feelin the psychedelic wave i be ridin on high till i die this life i was givin gots me bombed beyond any single mans comprehension listen 4 a second b4 you get to dissin
 
yeah I wrote it during a pretty dark time in my life. what brings me here? just wanted to share it see what others thought.
 
You're definitely not alone. Angst is a feeling many of us share, and you've expressed it quite skillfully. Thank you for letting us see this dark time in your life. It was worth posting. :)
 
you only write when things bear down on you? it's a source of inspiration a lot of people seem t draw from I think, that place where your stomach knots and your whole body pushes against the walls that aren't there, the rage flows while you can still hold the pen or type... before it slips into the night? it's hard t write about sunshine flowers n roses n shit ain't it? but you sound like your pulling out of that place yeah?
 
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