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Ralph's Poems/Songs Thread

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I'm ghost and background
Rug and hand-me-downs
And it's stabbed in my chest
Breaking my heart into pieces
Which I duct tape back together in vain
Since these veins have seen concrete run
And palpitate through them

I'm poem and playground
Gun and lead rounds
And it's followed by the tragedy
Of a self-loathing existence
Which rots by itself into its own minimal prey
Since the endless shades of grey
Shock in colorless states

I'm sub and fertile ground
Con and profound
And America is a metaphor
Waiting to be recited
But the mouth of poverty can't speak
The words of patriotic poetry
I, blue collar, hears
 
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Sighs
I contemplate my fall
I caress the bullets
And the trigger mocks the finger
That is just about to pull it

I interpretate my fall
I translate the weakness
And it's not as painful as
The sight of tortured breathing

I'm still not living
But I'm collecting autumn memories
Because my hope falls from the trees
Just to be swept away
 
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Filthy Child
I could feel the breath of my guilt
Driving me to madness, sheer madness
Its cold air sends chills down my spine
Beating me miserably, breaking me down

I could hear the songs of my failures
Their melodies haunt me like vicious riflemen
Untamable, deeply engraved in my deaf artistry
Chasing me tirelessly, breaking me mindlessly

I could paint the portrait of my depression
Airbrushed anger in a pastel colored frame
Its ink runs through my veins, until I bleed
Bleed!, maybe it'll drip out of me

I could touch the flames of my sins
My fingertips tasting the ashes of my past
I cannot breathe, but I need to breathe
Rescue me out of this furnace!, oh God I scream...
 
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Mrs. Dunn
"Dumb brat, can't you see where you are?!
This is the land of the brave!
Am I talking to a wall here?
In it goes, then out the other ear
Listen to your uncle, Sam's the man!
Now get out of my classroom before I vomit
You little amount to nothing!
Get out of here!, and do not look at me
You might infect me with your filth!"

"Dumb brat, can't you see where you are?!
This is the land of the brave!
Am I talking to a wall here?
In it goes, then out the other ear
Listen to your uncle, Sam's the man!
Now get out of my classroom before I vomit
You little amount to nothing!
Get out of here!, and do not look at me
You might infect me with your filth!"

"Dumb brat, can't you see where you are?!
This is the land of the brave!
Am I talking to a wall here?
In it goes, then out the other ear
Listen to your uncle, Sam's the man!
Now get out of my classroom before I vomit
You little amount to nothing!
Get out of here!, and do not look at me
You might infect me with your filth!"
 
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teach me oh wise one. you know i love you

ralph, ralph, ralph is cool
he's too cool for school (;))
wonderfully, mercifully and graciously made
he's in God's grand parade


:) hehe a children's song for you!
 
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Six Eighths
The three different minds of a single mother
Got together for trumpets and tea
But they ended up having crackers and kool-aid
'Cause in Moscu that is the food for a queen

They sat down to politic and exchange recipes
For that midnight urge to leave baby behind
But the part in their heart that still remains soft
Beats down a future as being murderous moms

So they kiss and they hug, tell goodbye to each other
And smile at the thought of the child in their arms
They hold the wishes in the left, push the stroll with the right
So they don't have their hands free to wipe their tears when they cry
 
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Letters for Adrienne
Your eyes
They're captivating like prison guards
Billy clubbing me in a cell
But not yet

Your smile
It's penetrating like a scalpel
Zig-zag'ing through my spine
But not yet

Your skin
It's dizzing me up like a vinyl
Scratching my teeth against the curb
But not yet

Your lips
They're confusing like geometry
Adding my brains for scientific research
But not yet

Your hair
It's breezing like a hurricane
Breaking my quiet and my stillness
But not yet

Hey, Adrienne
But not yet
 
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Bladesmileanestisia Dedicated to my pair of scissors
Cut, cut, cut
But, but, but
Keep away from the veins and all the
Blood , blood, blood

Soft, soft, soft
Run, run, run
Through my skin like wheh she said I love you
Not, not, not

Come, come, come
Numb, numb, numb
All this hatred for myself and all I've let be
Gone, gone, gone

Love, love, love
Fall, fall,fall
Like my blood staining the shiny white sink
Flow, flow, flow
 
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Me Little
Scared of the world, scared of its children
Inmersed in a shadow of candy and toys
The logic transcends the hope of a living
Abstent from daily routine which is joy
To the present condition, the present addiction
The endless afliction and tortorous breath
Open the eyes of a bare soul in crutches
And metronome hearts for basslines of bitterness
Me, little the loser
 
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Happy Mother's Drain (For the struggle)
Kill America! Bang, bang, bang!
Smoke Uncle Sam like it ain't a thang
Spit on the flag and the grave of its children
Draining my mother won't last you a weekend

Kill America! Boom, boom, boom!
Uncle Sam shook, ain't such thing as a half-way crook
He violates mommy then empties her tummy
I told you a weekend ain't enough, ya sick dummy

Kill America! Pow, pow, pow!
Uncle Sam's still thirsty and hungry
My people are oil for the greedy sucker
Next weekend they pump her, my poor helpless mother
 
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Sup3rbit
Gh3tt0 Bla5t3rs!
*THIRTY FIVE BYSTANDERS CAUGHT THE RICOCHETING CAPS OF A ROUND OF TALKING BULLETS.*
I'm Sup3rbit! The friend of the friendless!
*HELLO, NEWS PERSON TALKING!, SOME PEOPLE HAVE NO DECENCY-*
Thirty six bystanders! Hey, say something bullet!
I believe I can fly!
Interlude over!
 
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State, Ink.
He shuts the air
And blanks the screen
Congestionates the state of
Pain he's sinking in

It's the tortured rhythm
Of a shadowboxing genius

He screams the fear
And fills the blank
Interpretates the state of
Pain he's living in

It's the tortured rhythm
Of a shadowboxing genius

Aliviates the state of
Weight he's pressured by
Alienates the state of
Long and lonely nights
Anticipates the state of
Faith he's treasured more
Affiliates the state of
Love with tears to cry
 
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15 Decembers Then
Lord, I sink and drown
In my own vomit
I breathe it in to find
Without You I'm nothing
But she keeps on calling
And saying she loves me
What can I do?, I'm too weak
How can I hate her company

Oh, won't You smell I'm dying
I've let you down and I hate me
Because her pictures follow me
With those pretty hazel eyes

Oh, won't You swim I'm crying
And I know, I deserve to be forgotten
Because I've fallen out Your grace
And I've ran against Your clock

Oh, won't You lead me home to need You
I'm sorry, I beg You forgive me
I've broken all I've touched
I've given up, please save me Jesus...
 
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**** Dreaming
Do not dream if you're me
Close this thread if you please
Kill me with a thousand bullets
And then spit on my grave

Cut me from your sympathy
I'm a stupid mother****er
A [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse] with an empty clip
In the middle of this jungle

**** dreaming
The factory call wakes me up
Give it all up without blinking
**** dreaming in the confines of these walls

Bye bye
**** dreaming
When sleep is just a escape from
A reality mad bitter
 
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