Quill

 

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Staring blank I were

Awed by a lush, vivid quill

Crimson; serious

 

Dreamy ideas

My eyes gazed at the paper

Weathered; Broken in

 

Goosebumps on my skin

Oh the worlds I could create

Paper; quill and soul

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Dash Between The Dates

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There is significance

Between gravestone dates – life; death

Much more than a dash

Inside the bookends

Birth and death

That little dash

For some

Was not so simple

And hardly lived in a straight line

For others

It was too short

And not lived at all.

©2017 DAMSteelman

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Passenger of Principles

 

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A long while back

I was a shitty person

I couldn’t stay on track

Things began to worsen

It didn’t matter who I hurt

It was always about me

I’d drag you through my dirt

and smile happily

These days I am peaceful

I keep my drama very minimal

I now feel I am an worthy equal

And always I am fixable.

©2017 DAMSteelman

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Snack on Your Soul

 

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I’ll snack on your soul

‘Til the hell unfolds

Wash it all away

With screams from yesterday

Don’t worry my dear

I’ll bask in your fear

You’re my dream come true

I’ll kill no one but you

And snack on your soul

To watch your hell unfold.

©2017 DAMSteelman

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Sunny Grave

 

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©2017 DAMSteelman

 

The sun beamed through the trees that day

I stood and cried; what could I say

The dirt was damp and filled with worms

The torment inside; as I watched you squirm

I forced myself, that previous night

To pack you in; nice and tight

No time for a headstone; or marker you see

It had gone different; if it were up to me

This was your doing; your soul I couldn’t save

So now I watch over your sunny grave.

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Behind the Crooked Wheel – A Poem

 

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One day I was on top of the world

Cocky and beautiful; patient and extreme

Slowly and methodically I started to melt

My soul slid painfully into the obscene

There was nowhere for me to change

I gripped the wheel of crooked self-destruction

My whole world went ablaze

As I awaited painful instruction

There was no end in sight for me

The lights all dimmed to black

How could I postpone this horror

And get my life on track

The crooked wheel so awkward yet pristine

Its nooks made me feel unique

Little did I know beneath the surface

Their twists would leave me shattered and weak.

©2017 DAMSteelman

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The Game

 

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I commit to myself

I commit to you

I commit to whatever

You tell me to do

I’m rough around the edges

And chilled to the bone

No more spark in my eye

Cruel seeds have been sown

There is something inside

Palpable and fearsome

I can’t let you touch it

The Joker of my kingdom

We commit to the game

Joker and Pauper

Get a load of me

And get a load of the horror.

© 2017 DAMSteelman

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