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Demetrius JonesDixon Poems
The inscrutable brazen flow. Gaining experience to become pro. Many others have been buried under debris of hate.
I was so used to all the drama. I got used to the thought of it never ending like series of commas. But I had to burn down those bridges to the cold ground.
Mind Your Business
To any and all that hear this / Note this / Mind ya business / It's one thing to be joking around /
Dumb It Down?
Let me get this straight You want me to stop talking smart? You want me to censor audacious intelligence?
They tell me I'm worthless, but yet I still smile. I tell them, "nobody can hold me back my actions are versatile." To let myself fall prey to you is wrong.
The blank canvas has infinite possibilities. Where its artist can express his hostilities. Tell his side of things without being verbally disrespected.
I paint meaningful mental imagery that must be delineated. To overcome my moronic obstacles they must be obliterated. This style of writing induces acceleration of mental stimulation.
Lost & Found
I'm starting over with a clean state Ignoring the disrespect, so I'm straight So glad I'm over the blind hate
Recent Thoughts II
Don't blame me for the problems in your world. I tire of the drama. I tire of the conflict. I tire of the emotional turmoil.
Recent Thoughts I
My face falls into hands I look down onto the floor Wondering what happened It doesn't make a bit of sense
I'm not sorry for what I've done. It seems I was forced to the darkness of my house instead of the warm glow of the sun. But what other choice was there?
Releasing verbal waves that attract the soul. The destruction of this lyrical barrage is equal to one Death Scroll. Too many times have I've been down this road.
See I don't have much. Not many things that my hands can touch. A smile on my face never lasts long.
The Usual II
He's stressed the facts. He took the verbal attacks. His sanity seeped out through his mentality's cracks.
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The inscrutable brazen flow.
Gaining experience to become pro.
Many others have been buried under debris of hate.
Just clean the dirt off and keep heading straight.
Everyone is part of the divine design.
The weavers of our future, everyone's goals are intertwined.