Gazes
This is a poem from the first collection, "Hello Mr. Satan, You're an Idiot!"
Smoking in a room full of sad faces
My train derails
A slippery situation
Now, I’m in a melted picture
While everything seems to be
creaming voices, insulting poses,
intoxicated roses
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My soul stinging
I sit shooting glassy gazes
My aura dim and out of shine
I need a new fixture
Dropping names,
taking all the blame,
never sought fame
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Smoking my soul
With a bunch of fools
full of whispering howls
My train with no brakes
Now, I’m just made of crystal
Ready to shatter, no one is flattered,
taking no matter
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Shaking my head
I sit absorbing gazes
This mutual atmosphere
Needs a new medium
Dropping my vices
to help out my perfect friend
living and gazing in the mirror
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By Bazooka Teaches
About the Creator
Bazooka Teaches
A regular Joe that is just surviving the struggle. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.
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