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Jack Knoxville

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Tag: Poetry

Rants and Ramblings

Death is a Stalker

Life has changed quite a bit As I hop From dream to dream Reality the sleep I catch in between I’ve already lived through a thousand forevers Each time different, each time the same Each time maybe just slightly better Sometimes it
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October 8, 2020October 8, 2020jackknoxville_bpjg78Poetry, poverty poems
Rants and Ramblings

Walk a mile

I believe in doing the right thing Is that such a crime? Because all of the time,  I feel like I’m on trial People around me living in denial I wonder if I’ll ever  Break out of this place,  it’s such a
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October 8, 2020October 8, 2020jackknoxville_bpjg78Poetry, poverty poems
Rants and Ramblings

Untitled (Life Sucks)

I’m so tired of treading water, Choking on life’s little bubbles As tidal wave after tidal wave Knock me down Robbing the air right from out of my lungs Nothing I do Success is a joke Beginning with knock knock While sharks
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October 8, 2020October 8, 2020jackknoxville_bpjg78Poetry, poverty poems
Rants and Ramblings

One Eye Open

Look at my arms  And you’ll see the scars Like stars That twinkle in the light Made with the blade  of a razor sharp knife That I snuck inside this cell like cave Room of wonders Where I lied awake and wondered
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October 8, 2020October 8, 2020jackknoxville_bpjg78Poetry, poverty poems, writing
Rants and Ramblings

One Screwed Up Mother Fucker

There’s something about feeling These thoughts that I’ve been feeling  That scares me into dealing with How much dope I can get for my dollar Rather than knowing the reason Why in my sleep I hollar out And loud into the night
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October 8, 2020October 8, 2020jackknoxville_bpjg78Poetry, poverty poems, writing
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The Sounds of My Ink

Let me tell you about the sound of my ink I’m 28 going on three and feeling the ink of my pen as if it were connected to my mind ink welling up in my throat and all I want to do
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October 8, 2020October 8, 2020jackknoxville_bpjg78Poetry, writing

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