Confusion In A Car Crash
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Confusion In A Car Crash
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I hide behind a tree.
The bark scraping me and I cannot breathe.
I feel the crunchy leaves and wait for him to leave.
The moon helps me see the forest from the trees.
A bright orange hoodie.
Who could he be?
Stress eating White Castle teeth shatter like pumpkin seeds.
Foot stuck inside this sand Pitt.
Reminiscing on a bozo getting hit.
Jiggy, Jiggy, Jiggy.
I saw it with all with 3 eyes like a triple.
Walking in and out in the halls in circulos.
Cutting class solving crime.
The curse of Fairmont Park.
Karma is not only just your demise it’s the volition.
Sitting in silence with this loss like the Pistons.
Ahhhhhhh *yap*
Crash course on PTSD.
My life flashed before my eyes.
And I didn’t recognize anything.
Re-runs of regrets. I am no one worth mentioning.
Flip the channel back to reality, I’m still at the crime scene.
Run.
So I run.
Sweat mixed with the wind on my face makes me wanna hide inside that river.
Pumping adrenochrome.
Shortcuts to long ways home.
Going nowhere slow.
The weight of guilt; I can feel it in the door knob as I enter the house and I hear the TV loud. Tell your parents school was fine.
Tell them you already ate.
Tell them you’re tired and it’s getting late.
I lay in bed and pray I’m not run over by the wheels of fate.
Tomorrow is another day.
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Extra Prayers
01:43
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I’m so mad.
Mad about things I can’t control.
Mad because I’ve muted my feelings. Verbally, not mentally.
Dante’s Inferno brought down to a simmer. The Divine Comedy on Blu-Ray.
It’s easier being quiet than it is being wrong.
I’m so sad.
My mom told me “I love you but I don’t like you”
I still think about that in moments like these.
I used to lie because I was afraid of getting in trouble.
Strawberry protein powder knocked over while she was yelling.
Outlines of pink dust under PFFCU envelopes on the kitchen table for weeks after.
I’m so embarrassed.
Playing dumb so people don’t expect from me.
Playing the victim so people don’t suspect of me.
Playing last night over and over again in my head.
The cardboard sword of my optimism used to slice and swing strong.
Forged by my belief that everything would work out if I do no wrong.
But it’s bending and ripping with every look you give me.
When I forget to lock the door or I eat too fast then you call me stupid or you call me fat. When I witness a murder and don’t know what to do because everything I do is wrong.
The school bus is speeding and the window is down but I don’t feel the breeze.
When does it get easier?
I want to kill myself.
Not to end my life but to end my pain.
It won’t be dramatic, I think of it more as an exhale.
I love sleeping because there’s nothing.
I always feel everything all the time and all I want in life is to just not think or feel this way. I want to kill myself so that people will miss me.
They won’t be mad or laughing at me for once.
This poetry in motion comes to a full stop.
The SEPTA door squeaks my name.
I see his Camry parked, I walk the other way.
I want to cry.
I’m so embarrassed.
I’m so scared to go to school.
I want to go home.
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When I Say
03:06
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Runaway train of thought
And not a single break in sight
I still smell the smoke thick on my clothes
From last night
And what if they can trace my steps too
My sneakers are white that’s not hard to find
I seen it on forensic files one time
That puts me right at the scene of the crime
I need a straighter story, not too boring, who was home before me? Fuck And plus my long black hair and green shirt
OMG they can definitely find me
You know they got cameras everywhere
I don’t wanna see those red and blues shining And it’s really not that hard to find me
Please believe me when I say
I’d rather be anywhere else that day
Don’t wanna see him coming for me, he knows the truth And I don’t know what to do
Good dude, bad night, right place, wrong time, in the blink of an eye, his whole life changed
Lose/lose situation, hesitation, realization makes me sick to my stomach, and I really really really don’t want this
I can’t fake tough so I’ll fake sick
I can’t change the past, I can only face it
The bliss of ignorance
The white thermometer, the boiling water I’ll do anything to get out of this
Sometimes I hide on Kelly Drive. It’s the only place that I feel safe.
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On channel 3
KYW and Ukee
Telling the whole world our story About a man who was found
In the park with tire marks
And his name was Jackie
My heart it sinks
To my shoes, lower than before
And right as I pick up the remote
For channel 4
They said he was survived by a boy named Jamie
I can’t believe what I’m seeing
My eyes glued to the TV
The way you cry and the look in your eyes
Makes me feel like I’m not crazy
And if I am, I don’t give a damn cause its look like you need saving
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Red Sink, Yellow Teeth
03:16
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This morning I brushed my teeth And red filled up the sink
It made me think of us
And how we’re both so lonely
I wanna make her feel that deep guilt and pain
And I wanna make you fear developing your sense of self-esteem
Three years
I’ll tell you in
Three years
Just hold on tight for Three years
Your bus stop in Three years You’ll see in Three years You’ll love me in Three years
Just three
Thee years
Three more Three more years
This morning I brushed my teeth My crooked yellow teeth
It made me think of us
And how you would never judge me
Emotional overload.
Parasocial connection instant.
My heart grew fonder from the distance. Body language and instincts.
I’m sorry but I can’t resist it
I now know exactly what I have to do
It’s what he would have wanted, I have to see this through
I’m gonna make her feel that deep guilt and pain
I’m gonna make him feel that same burning shame With every plan I make, I keep turning the wheel of fate But can you really blame me for trying to set it straight?
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Slower Forms Of Suicide
05:08
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I wish that you’d stop smoking
I don’t like the smell of cigarettes
I watched you throw out a pack and then go dig in the trash That’s when I knew you’d never quit
Big brother is always watching
And I’ll teach you just like he taught me
Brownies and blue pop
Your white lighter dropped
We didn’t stop
I could have told you but I didn’t Like the lessons
That he hath given
How can you justify the slowest form of suicide? As you choke on smoke and drink yourself dry
We can be so much more together
You’re so indecisive but I’ve already decided
You wish your brother was still here
You don’t like the people in your life, right?
But you’ve had something special since the day that I met you That’s why I’m taking my time
Our big brother is always watching us
He taught us patience, love and real trust
You’re the yellow son drawn in the corner
The puzzle piece behind the couch I haven't forgotten about
Our time is counting down Come out
Come out
Come out
4-3-2- 1
The only won
My trophy scars
Too blind to see the broken Basquiat I framed Hanged in the museum of my memory
And probably becomes destiny
We can be so much more together however
You’re so indecisive but I’ve already decided
Forever in feathers strewn from a guardian angel blighted Lying hurts but the truth is worse
The best part of being yourself is that you can’t do it wrong
And you can’t do wrong in my eyes
So close to perfect in my mind
But the cigarette smoke reminds me of the tire smoke Reminds me of the bark, how it scratched
Reminds me to stop breathing so heavy, he can see He’s coming for me
One missed call
One new message ignore it I want to go home
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Open the door to him sitting there I see the leather chair
No more running away
Face to face with the truth
It’s only me and you I have so much to say
Afraid to look you in the eyes
But I know what I saw that night
Skeletons in the closet of your broken Blood Red Camry Make or break the piece you take away that you hide from me
Across the desk he’s just sitting there I hate this leather chair
I’m not running away
Eye to eye you still lie
But I can see right through All the bullshit you say
You had the keys (Shut up!)
And you heard him scream (Yeah right!) And you left him there (So what?)
And you didn’t care (Did what?)
And you make it seem (Saw what?)
Like you’re counseling (You’re crazy!) But you’re running away
You’re just as scared as me
Straight Fs on the personality test
The whole conversation’s a game
Where you add and subtract from the fiction and facts Until I doubt every word I say and what I feel
I’m not insane I know what’s real
The orange and red beneath the wheel
And I just kept my lips sealed
You said that you want what’s best for me You were lying through your teeth
Not afraid to look you in the eyes
Cause I know what I saw that night
Skeletons in the front seat of your broken Blood Red Camry Make or break the pain you take away that you take from me
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I’ve come too fucking far.
To just let some fucking kid Run his big fucking mouth
And ruin my life and his
Have you ever killed somebody? In the middle of a major city? You do not talk to me about fear
I still smell the smoke
I still feel her hair
I still see the tire marks, still hear the radio I still taste her blood
Smile and wave goodbye to how it was
121,000 crashes in Philly last year That’s 87,000 injuries
That’s 1,256 deaths
But this one is not getting reported
Everyone looks at the fly on the wall but ignores the elephant in the room.
As far back as I can remember this same fucking thing has followed me.
I can’t just chalk it up to like bad luck...black cats...it’s a part of me.
So I just jump ship in a leap of faith and I just try to stay out the fucking way. But if we’re all just children of god who live under the stairs, then who cares? You ran from the park, I run from the dark.
I won’t keep the score, if you can keep a secret?
I don’t have to explain myself
We both know why I left the school in New Jersey
You want your bed warm and your orange juice cold You want everything perfect but that’s not real
Your salad days are wilting away
While you obsess and regress with chimera and zeal
Look into my purple tie
And you’ll see exactly where your fate lies An exit for each primary color
And a ritualistic suicide
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You may be close but you’ll never know what he’s been through the way I do And you may be bright, but when I bring you to the light
We’ll see just how fake a girl’s best friend can be
So stuck up to get shut down The fantasy will see reality now
I know when and I know how
The heart breaks in two
And there’s no room for you There’s no room for you here, bitch
Love always comes through when it’s actually true
Drown yourself in Chardonnay as you celebrate another victory lap of luxury, another lie that’s comforting You’re controlling
Then consoling?
It’s revolting
And disgusting
Your love and hate
Come from the same place
It’s written on your face
It’s written on your face
He poured his heart right out and down into the drain of you and everything you do to keep him in check-mate.
Is this what you wanted?
Stealing joy like a thief but I have the receipts.
Its highway robbery, your emotional tax and fees.
Plus, the shipping and handling you charge for an apology.
I don’t know how but I’ll write you in
My Chicago Typewriter, will you trade your bullets for pens? Using my hands, I dig for a means to an end
The filament is flickering
Pull the pin, and let the dog begin
I wanna feel a pain that’s worth it
A pressure pulsing in my veins
I know if it doesn’t hurt, it’s not worth it
In time you’ll see all I’ve done to you
In time, you’ll understand what I put him through
Your brilliance is dim and dying
As we pull back the covers on all your lying
Keep flaunting your bite marks to whoever will look The reality is your sharp teeth are blinding
You are a narcissist and you can ruin anything
I put the hoodie in your Camry trunk
You are going down for everything!
Now tell me, is this what you wanted?
A racing mind so exhausted??
The guilt of knowing you bought it????
Is this what you wanted?!
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Quick to judge, quicker to jump to conclusions Sensitive athletic thug, all wrapped in one
Cut your hair short
It makes you feel like a real man But it’s in the shake of your hands
I can’t seem to care
About a dumb jock and his peers
Praised and excused, no consequences for you
So clinical and typical
High school football hero
You’re a copy of an open book, read all over
Cut your hair short
Makes you feel like a real man
But it’s in the shake of your hands
Father doesn’t take his time setting his sun straight And it’s in your mother’s nature to take after her ways
Might take you years to get your name clear, its sad but true Took 64gb right out of his hoodie, the headphones too
Took his girlfriend for a weekend, but that’s not you
Took your time fully building a lie
A lie to hide your face, to hide your shame, to hide your flames, that burned you down in your broken glass house with your pocket full of stones that you won’t let go but the whole school knows
I know you know that everyone knows
It’s so hard to make a da Vinci with jaded sharpies and paper thin patience
The writing on the walls in your closet were highlighted and exclaimed as you grew into yourself and out of that shame.
And I understand your rash intention but my brother ain’t deserve that resentment.
The grass wasn’t as green as you think on the other side of our street.
You pushed him to the edge And now my brother is dead I pushed you to the edge And I would do it again
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Come and go
You always have to fucking stop and then think
Its like you always stay and then leave
Not to mention you’re always sad or you’re mad Just breathe
Come and go
Its like you always have to stop and then think Its like you always stay and then leave
Not to mention you’re always sad or you’re mad
Just breathe
I’ve got it all figured out
I’ve got your back for life
I’ll always be by your side
More like my brother and less like a friend Because I know you outside and in
Come and go
Its like you always fucking stop and then think Its like you always stay and then leave
Not to mention you’re always sad or you’re mad Just breathe
Come and go
Its like you always have to stop and then think Its like you always stay and then leave
Not to mention you’re always sad or you’re mad Just
Breathe
You’re my muse and I’m a musician
But this swan song is out of key
And I keep tuning your heart strings
But I can’t match the tempo of your heartbeat
You’re probably wondering why I always call your house so late
And you’re probably wondering why I already had your number saved You’re probably wondering why I chose to tap you on the shoulder
When that’s not even my bus stop and I’m 2 years older
You’re probably wondering why I knew your favorite color is orange
And you’re probably wondering why I knew your brother’s favorite songs You’re probably wondering why I waited in the school lobby
And you’re probably wondering why I put those feathers around your body You had such a fall from grace, it really was a shame
That Jamie couldn’t be more and her life was filled with pain
Every pill, every bottle, every fight, every night
Every year that got us here, trying to make things right
Every thing played out exactly how I had envisioned
And I hope you see I’m the only one that ever listened
The guilt I feel for knowing but not knowing what to do
Your guardian angel, my brother’s keeper.
I spent 20 years in a state of constant fear Bracing for the impact of our lives crashing down So I will not let go of the one thing I can control
No
No, please don’t go
I wish that I could make you stop, reflect and think
I wish that I could make you stay but you had to leave I fear the ink is done drying on this tragedy
I’m all you need
I’m all you’ll ever need
And it’s because I love you
You’re so indecisive but I’ve already decided It’s J+T
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My resent and regret
Burns a hole in my aching chest
Just like the last cigarette
You put out on subway steps
I caught the last train home
Caught my reflection in the rainy window I’m all alone
You loved me so much more than I loved myself
And judging by the looks on the cover of this book, I should’ve stayed on the shelf I just wanted to help
Turn a page or a new leaf, a future for you and me
I always wonder if you see what I see
You, me and Jackie on late nights laughing
But he’s dead
Its so hard to walk away from the worst mistake you’ve made
I lost a part of me when he died, the only thing we could do is cry But its hard to go on this way, we won’t be okay, we won’t be okay
I think about it every night
I wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t right
I didn’t want to lose my life
Its safe to say we both died that night
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