-for the pnp.
ill win this round but pointers are warranted.
im rusty as fuck, some of you know this.
Mark my words
Im nothing but a face in a crowd of thirty
Loud and thirsty, frowned and dirty
Waiting on the knowledge of life,
The polish of strife, that streaks angst on a knife
Red and dripping, dead and slipping,
Through the gates of hell my arms flailing
Im failing. Jesus nailing, he’s bored.
We’re all bored and aborted. Minds deported.
Intelligence lost to a cost that’s in this.
We write for English, we write for praise
But when will we realize its just a phase,
Busted days, we stair to the sky but its dull and gray.
I pick up my pencil, hold my pen still, start to stencil
Essays and stories, poems so boring,
I write more and more and. . to no avail
I’ll still fail. Words of wisdom, this kids dumb
Where do we get it from?
A lack of motivation, to use a new quotation
To write for the nation to escape this place and
Move to a new world, family and home
But im damned to be alone, sitting by the phone
Waiting for a ring, anything, someone to save me.
I write for life, I write for a teacher,
A preacher someone to meet here
ill wait til its heard to wait is absured
I wait for you to mark my words.
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