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A Poem by Dead Alive Dave
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Raw failure
Frustration
Rage incarnate
Who the f**k are you?
Smoldering anger
Spiteful
Vindictive
Who will pay for this?
All the lost things
Things you feel hard over
Who the f**k are you?
Improperly dealt with
All that went wrong
That cannot be let go
What does this mean to you?
A black hole sucking rage
A white light warning others

  some are one
I am both
     as relativity allows it

It's f*****g depressing
We are me
And we are all

That isn't normal
(I gotta stop pickin' on myself)
I must continue picking upon myself
          nothing is worthless (Nothing)

Not even what went wrong

( i am both )

    or i am nothing

   


© 2017 Dead Alive Dave



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Its difficult to let go. Or let things be. The question then is, what is normal?

"I must continue picking upon myself" - I like this line a lot as I believe my one eye should always be on me while the other one is on others. A powerful write from you, baring much self-truth.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Dead Alive Dave

3 Weeks Ago

I used to be a perfectionist, until I realized I was very far from perfect and that I would go compl.. read more
DIVYA

3 Weeks Ago

True that. One can't be perfect all the time.

Only fakers can :)

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Dead Alive Dave
Dead Alive Dave

Nassau, New Providence, Bahamas



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