Freewriting

Freewriting

A Poem by Blake Blackstone
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Me Freewriting

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I wish I wasn't crippled.
and riddled with disease.
Voodoo cast upon me
Bad luck lingers every inch.
Unsucsessful and hard headed.
Bent on chasing pipe dreams.
They'll lead me nowhere.
Then it will soon be too late to turn back.
I'll be left.. death ridden
Mentally abused by the demons some would call family.
scratched and decaying
I bleed violently from my mind.
Walking the fence between depression and animosity
Blindly feeling for what could be salvation.
But all along I've been in a complete empty room.
Confused now, I survive off of selective memory.
Maybe what's helping me hurts me in the long run.
Scorn by their mouths. drug across the nails.
F**k it.
There was never any hope for me.

© 2011 Blake Blackstone


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Very good dude and understand how you feel man. Hope you feel better.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Blake Blackstone
Blake Blackstone

Miami, FL



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My name is Blake Blackstone, I make music and I also am a filmmaker. My (one man) band's name is Drowning Your Mother. www.myspace.com/drowningLyourLmother I also have a have a website that I made m.. more..

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