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How do I start this here If the rest of world only makes me shed tears. If there is a scar on my heart For some reason, the cars don't start The mind doesn't know But these rhymes still flow But I find no interest to do so

A stray on the highway, gray sky With the morning fog, and a mourning dog Who wanders with a blind eye Half believes what he sees, Who's his peer, who's to tease, Who’s the female dog, the one who gave To many dachshunds in her cave. Is that the voice of his favorite beagle? It does make him fly high like an eagle In his mind, because his real life is timed And his real self is afraid and really shy But he feels like he can break the bubble, As this beagle keeps him out of trouble.

As you can see, my mind kind of timed a black hole, it's obscure look does hook my eyes and brain but the depths of it are of both gain and pain, there's much confusion, maybe this is an illusion, I don't know, whatever it is, I probably don't want it to go I can't pay attention in class because of this thing I don't know, can't sleep because of this feeling I can't describe, I'm writing here but this all sounds too crazy some people would say it's love but I don't know others say it's something to do with hormones but I don't know I wonder what tone this future holds cause this all here is way too bold and unclear simultaneously and this is just soooooooo damn annoying yet soothing for some apparent reason look, this so called love thing or whatever is really bothering but comforting ughhh like I want a mic but my hands won't grip I want to swim but I don't want to get wet it's like wanting something for nothing and I clearly realize that, but still I do nothing like I am some sort of spectator but I'm not I don't know if these words come from the mind or the heart, what if I could just throw nevermind I shouldn't think of ifs I should look ahead at the road stomp the toad get back my mood ignore my dudes that say this and that about you if you're a bad bet, well then you'll be a regret but I don't see that yet that scares me, that scares me, but I know I have to let go of that fear, let you hear what I have to say about you, dear, should I end this right here maybe, maybe not, at least this isn't a rope that could get tied up like a knot but even though that knot may be entangled looking from another angle, see the strength of it, how it is bonded to itself and it won't let go easily, this thing inside of me is like a big ball of fire waiting to explode, but it's like that knot on the rope, it won't let go of it's own in hope don't feel afraid to say no to me I will understand hopefully just don't humiliate me if that's the case this is just proof that you did change me you got me back into reading, I appreciate that, it's an awesome experience you also made me start writing stories and get back to poetry and stuff, I know this sounds damn weird you could be thinking like this kid is a weirdo better stay away or something, I don't know maybe you won't even read all of this maybe you don't even think of me so it renders this whole thing useless, maybe, maybe, fucking hate that word, leaves me in a stalemate well, I guess I've said enough, actually way too much none of these words describes you because I couldn't find any yet.

It's a bell, angle C Miss a cell, Chang’ll see His intel, scrambled sea Fits the shell, bangs will cease Miss Adele, strangled peace

At this point I'm not sure The thought of you is only a blur But the heart beats for you All 3 previous lines Just morphed into a hand Waving back At the window Jk, I wish, though.

Right now I'm in maybe land, I see a smile I smile I see a frown I frown I see nothing I feel nothing if there was a how-to for all this It would be easier but like all easy challenges there would be no lesson learned no feeling felt no shedding tears no cracking smiles no limbo no imperfections no stumbling no mumbling

I'll step out of the sun So that I don't burn But I'm still not done, I'm waiting for my turn Weak rhymes might Leak fine light That cuts deep into the skin Excess D, the vitamin Skin went from pale Like when you kick the pail To the color of sand, Anakin disbands And goes to the dark side Black suit hides the marked thighs And the prosthetic legs Replacing the ones with nutmeg On the jalapeno land A nice mexican theme In a telenovela steam A boiling pot.

A blue jeep running over my red pump That keeps life, not the one that makes Breathing turn into gasping, Bleeding from the slugs, shot From the one with the mugshot Ignoring all that, Actually I take that back It all exists in a world like this A black mist that packs fists In the midst of a simple hiss From a sluggish snake Swerving through the crowd Undetected as if underground But still vulnerable and bound To get downed with a pound From the agile rat And the fragile bat Maybe a magic cat But not in a hat, The doctor would be worse With the rhymes of a nurse Too cheap to peep a glance And reap the deep romance From within the inner him Filled of pills of vitamin Well, I'll ring the bell, Change to acute angles See the brute Wrangler Not a stranger, just a strangler To the son of Spangler With the poor heart Not bought at a store mart How does Clark Kent say he's Superman? How does a muscle man say he's big? It's ripped apart, this colored heart But not like one nation in two carts Or a conflict with two sides But more like the three branches One for ducks, one for just, and one for must Then come together Under the same weather Exactly Eggsactly? Nope, that's for the snake He wants it to bake a cake Maybe for a wedding Maybe for embedding I don't know his thoughts He says there's two other thoughts Other than eggs, and that he's trying But he keeps them a secret Hopefully he's not preying On the one I'm spying That's all that I'm praying

But hey, even if the plane doesn't land, Even if my brain doesn't plan Some type of way to get to you Then I'll be okay And this long poem will be a testimony To my first true crush, that made me phony

Okay, so for the moment The heart and mind are still.