These Words Filtered Through My Soul

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These words filtered through my soul
Doing my best to use proper diction
But I’m unraveling faster than I can write
& you’ve announced my life is a work of fiction
I cannot tell you any fantastical answers
When my heart is covered in grime
You say you’ve known all the truths
But your flavor of love is an ongoing crime
I never said I was good at this
Let me spin that dial; let it forever blare
The rock needs to cover my deficiencies
For it’s more than my soul I’ve bared

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Immune To A Power Surge

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Immune to a power surge
I sit alone & quietly type
Not affected by technology
Refuse to be your modern gripe
I switched off my terrestrial radio
But I’ll still pound at these keys
I’m not cool or a trendy guy
I’m reserved, doing as I please
There’s never been an audience
Just a few genuine folks
Sharing myself sparingly
I’m better with these slow strokes
I’ll continue to conjure ideas
Preferring to use my typewriter
Nothing fancy; just a love of words
Old, but I can still pull an all nighter

No One Looks Like Me

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No one looks like me
Disappearing in the shadows of the mind
Missing, but not being missed
The folds of your fear I slip behind
Forever delicate with your perfect posture
Simple steps as to never stress porcelain
Never worthy of your crowns & titles
Lurking away, I’m what could never have been