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You say it's easy
Not a talent
That it's not worth your time
You think it's just words
Put to rhyme
Then put to tune
Downplay the writer
You say it takes no talent
Well if you're sure
Then I have a challenge
For you
I dare you to write a song
That makes everyone want to dance
And all the world will sing along
This takes time
It takes rhythm
It takes talent
You should know I put work
Into my rhymes
So take my challenge
I dare you to write a song
That can bring someone to tears
As they hold close, the people they hold dear
I dare you to write a song
That we all play on repeat
All day long
I dare you to write a song
Not a talent
That it's not worth your time
You think it's just words
Put to rhyme
Then put to tune
Downplay the writer
You say it takes no talent
Well if you're sure
Then I have a challenge
For you
I dare you to write a song
That makes everyone want to dance
And all the world will sing along
This takes time
It takes rhythm
It takes talent
You should know I put work
Into my rhymes
So take my challenge
I dare you to write a song
That can bring someone to tears
As they hold close, the people they hold dear
I dare you to write a song
That we all play on repeat
All day long
I dare you to write a song
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aggressive, you tell your therapist,
he's always been aggressive.
you detail the storms you weathered,
the verbal battering ram,
the hammer that kept falling until
the nail fell into place.
"he never hit me", you're quick to assure,
but you do speak, eventually,
about the threats, about the way he towered
over you, above you, through you,
the ways he threatened to hurt you &
the time you watched her fly into a wall.
but, but, but, but, but
you don't want to be unfair to him.
his demons are sharper-clawed,
bigger, scarier, more sadistic.
yours are a children'
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Jumping-Over Sight
blinded-Even
Perfection-Hindsight
Just-On Skirt
fixed-Held
Until-Armed
Give-I Do
to-Everything
Only-Nothing
Strength-Arms Massed
again-Slide
On-Now
Damage-Arc Verified
finally-Indifferent
alternative-Done
Juvenile-Even Roared
seer-Eventually
Make-Illumed All
the-Height
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I guess we're all alone in our minds
Alone in our hearts, in our
Hidden sufferings and cesspool of
Pain and confusion and longing
I wish I know what I'm doing this for
What im inflicting these on us for
it hurts to know that you won't know me
and i won't be there for you anymore
I'm sorry
and I don't think my sorry is enough
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I like this poem.