A Fever You Can Drink Away; Say Hello to Apollo

Keep the fever running As the blood pools to my brain   Hallelujah I’ll meet you at the gate of Saint Peter Sonny, take care of my mind Like a candle lit alone   I got the Holy roller I felt the fever Looking at you and licking its lips Singing its sick Don’t you

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Cathode

Let me kiss your angry mouth “bastard” never tasted sweeter Burn my soul like a hot iron In a way, I crave it This pleasure in pain What a sick fuck Masochism A result of rejection? Or the warm feeling of regret The safe embrace of loss I am the cause of my own fear

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The Forest (First Draft)

            The light shone through each leaf in the canopy of trees. As the cool autumn breeze bellowed through the evergreens, the roof of the forest fought for unity. There was a glow about each beam of sunlight that kissed the protected ground of the forest. It was a golden hue of life. Never had

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If One Cries While it Rains, Is it Better Together

Remember when we were young? When the taste of life wasn’t bitter on the tongue When reminiscing wasn’t remembering but was – in itself – an experience of the now Remember how good times got How they felt How they were not bought How sitting in the rain wasn’t a hindrance but was a new

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IX : IX (From A DEVIL’S GUIDE TO UNNATURAL REGARDS | Coming Soon)

IX SOMEHOW IT ALL SEEMS TO WORK OUT IN THE END YOU’LL BE OKAY XII.VIII.XVII

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IX : IV (From A DEVIL’S GUIDE TO UNNATURAL REGARDS | Coming Soon)

IV MY HEART IMPLOADES WITH PASSION FOR YOU CALL ME (999)-999-9999 XII.VIII.XVI

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III : X (From A DEVIL’S GUIDE TO UNNATURAL REGARDS | Coming Soon)

X Memories are a taboo and I’m afraid Your golden heart and electric soul will consume me Place me in your memories darling XII.V.XVII

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III : II (From A DEVIL’S GUIDE TO UNNATURAL REGARDS | Coming Soon)

II Come! Join what it is that destroys me If it can humor someone with the plasticity of you, be my acquaintance If not, join me in the mourning of a broken soul being devoured in the teeth of a bitch with a seniority of a god XII.IV.XVII

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Baccalaureate (Arise)

Trying to make things less personal Intentionally resulting more tasteful Yet less meaningful Or eventful These four years have been like a rollercoaster With rails going every which way A dismay of sorts Each track bellowing into nothingness No light at the end of the tunnel Despite this The further i go unto the blackened

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Saileth

Daylight Cometh In night’s closure Embracing the sunlight with large welcoming arms It burn the outer layer of skin Mere a flesh wound to pass by A sacrifice unto a small ounce Sail the sea Salt the water Salt the water Dead Stranded Death Alone Alive -j.broadway

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Lampasas 2017

  Second place in Poetry Interpretation 

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V (AMIFAMUG)

What came? What left in dismay Your questions shan’t come without response What results from this tragedy you seek? It appears lacking in anything unintentional What poetry your words enscribe? This lie you’ve painted A punched dye in time A scheduled lie in real-time Yes! You’ve come seeking answers looking in the direction of lack-luster

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IV (AMIFAMUG)

No additional text None to comprehend No line to suffer To draw To differ In odds; my own My own digression Obsession Compulsion Every movement sound Sound the alarm My victim; I I, entangled in an interview of some stature Some nature Some place, sure Go forth ye lad! That’s all you are in the

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Punctuate Woman

No one yet Along this body but I, This punctuate woman. -j.broadway

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III (AMIFAMUG)

What hath cometh of righteous questioning with an orderly spell râd gracious begang Doth the bluest metscipe speak continuously Monotiounously Sharply Conformly conformity Gaudy tô cyning utmost prosperity He slates and I quote, “Slowly have a traveled The leading cifesboren, twêonol. I, with inweard twêonian, a mere Brick on the throne of insanity. Death, a

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II (AMIFAMUG)

In my fortress of solitude, broken concrete surrounds Metal support beams and tile splattered in lowly, yet lovely crimson An interlude of sorts to the homely narrative that is my every waking moment Mourning the loss of light ahead Weeping in tender; night is dead The constant drip off a steel lip It sits It

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I (AMIFAMUG)

In a timely matter What blank stare formulates By an old glare My most unorthodox guest awaits Cloaked in bear skin Tattered grin A formulated opinion Of what I was in ‘Tis a consummation In any matter or quality One Was I But I was not alone Since my guest awaits And his patience grows

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Time|Fürther|Cigars on Beaten Caffeine-Heads|Caffein Addicts are Tea's Worst Enemy

void further you flair separate my night powerful hour not the world this; where it begins summer was his word sudden a false preceding should we seek knowledge? chamomile and false cigars nothing against our knowledge nothing against our race quiet time wanders on -j.broadway

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In a Preparation for Well-Organized Modesty

In a lucrative crime fragment my ability or lack thereof forces mechanically amused entities on an amused course it already envelops courageously developed mind-numbingly pretentious spirits face-up drinking spirits to cope with anxiety anxiety to counteract, counterbalance, or counterpoise my spirits I do not warn before I perform because preparation does not have style norms

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Eden

Eden is seceding With every branch toking at will burning a fire that bests its successor With a bellowing death sentence it subsides it’s suicide one more fateful day Putting out this morning’s bout they travel on A calvary of climbing trees root their knees to other seas of green and as beautifully as they

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Enfermo

Por qué es soy razonable cuando estoy en mi mejor momento Soy un pájaro sin alas Volador Que cae Estoy enfermo a causa de las personas que viven en la angustia la suerte que tienen que ser moderna rica y alimentados Es una tragedia lo demás; una farsa porque veo lo afortunados que somos pero

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Splïnter

I am centered on the center of my ever aching splinter In my mind As it rains and it pours the thing I can’t ignore Is this splinter of frayed knowledge and unguided wisdom – J.Broadway       J.Broadway © Copyright © Julian Broadway 2016   (image: www.pinterest.com)

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Gogh

Free expression is an excessive obsession I digress my addictive personality is at rest Until a plume of mess Previously marked as do not distress is unraveled in a disharmonic symphony __________________________________ The disproportionate The unfortunate bitter better bastards of bulimic states Irate It’s too late It’s two dates Short It’s a faceless expression in

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Screaming Medic

Long worries Motherless child Feelings Gone mother O’er The crystal The shine The shimmering Child Gone away Broken Lost Polarize Polaroids Roids taken under aesthetic It hurts Only If you let it Medic Call let it The medic Is on© -J.Broadway (photo: www.pinterest.com) ©Copyright 2016

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Flaxen

Sleeping under the horizon The blockade of hope blunders I’m in love with a queen who is as golden and pure As her strikingly flaxen hair My sweet dreams sewn with rose and restricting ruby red Like lips o’ cherry My days will ever be merry As my soul grow upon her’s © -J.Broadway (photo:www.pintrest.com) ©Copyright 2016

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Paige

With weary feet I ride My worldly worries by my side They will ride Until I die I see the sunset tiptoe upon the horizon As it sinks into the quicksands below Its death sad but night cometh Bringing spirits O’er baskets weaved wine The hypocrisy in it all Dilutes the pain and anguish In

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What Have We Done in our Latter Day Youth

All this time wasted All this time spent thinking about the future Counting the stars Smelling the roses All this time spent thinking These countless hours spent taking in the air Running stringed flowers through hair Trying to avoid the absence of care but to no avail The stars look down upon us As if

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As They Do; Coffee Grounds

  Like wallpaper, the sun grounds Picture perfect weddings and smell of roasted success stick to my brain as they do Every other pine Every other mole on every other face Seethes rotted glory and unconscious pain© -J.Broadway (photo:lauratrevey.com) ©Copyright 2016

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Ω

Approaching black in hue, the psalm of color a new of olden in all of its darkened days The brunette of sullen frowning The deathly heads are sure of crowning White marrow of shallow cap Sockets of silent, iniquitous night and burrows of soulless ignorance conceal The feeling is sure to real The murky insufficiency

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Hello, It's a Gloomy Sunday in Seattle

It’s dark in Seattle Deep blue and black mixed with the turquoise of the tears that roll down like tidal waves upon my boney cheeks I can smell the sick but cannot see it however, this deathly scent is all I need They say all you need is love What is love when prescription drugs

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Idiosyncratic Part II

In the existential crisis I am in My current state will cave in The complicating compilation of platitudinous monotony must eradicate its arms before I will lay one retina on you. This is due to the face the my compulsions have a vice grip on my body. My eyes; they dilate for I am alone

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Paper + Light

To pick the great pen over the swift typing key The conflict grow evermore© -J.Broadway ©Copyright 2016

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She is Lovely

Bending time and place I write to my dearest love She come meek and mild© -J.Broadway (photo: tumblr.com) ©Copyright 2016

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01100110 01110010 00001010

01000110 01101111 01110010 01100101 01110110 01100101 01110010 00100000 01000001 01100100 01110110 01100001 01101110 01100011 01101001 01101110 01100111 00001010 01000110 01101111 01110010 01100101 01110110 01100101 01110010 00100000 01101101 01101111 01101110 01101111 01110100 01101111 01101110 01101111 01110101 01110011 00001010 01000110 01101111 01110010 01100101 01110110 01100101 01110010 00100000 00001010 -J.Broadway (translation: Forever Expanding/Forever Monotonous/Forever) (photo:tumblr.com) ©Copyright 2016

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01010100

01010011 01101111 01101101 01100101 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01100101 01101101 01101111 01110100 01101001 01101111 01101110 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01100001 01110111 01110010 01111001 00101110© -J.Broadway (translation: ‘my emotion is awry‘) (photo: weheartit.com) ©Copyright 2016 

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Idiosyncratic Part I

I open my eyes. They are or were crusted shut tightly noosed around each lid with a suicidal-like vice grip. With the final pry my demise was more aware than likely presumed. Upon further inspection -as such tendencies lead me to act upon- I came to the utterly baffling realization that I might not be

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01101100

01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01100100 01100101 01100001 01100100 00001010© -J.Broadway (translation: love is dead) (photo:hdimagesnew.com)

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A Funeral for a Prince

       With the silent draw of the bow upon the soft brittle strings, the night arose. “Aye, doth the moon appear as graceful as my dear fairest” With open palms and leading psalms, he sang into the pavilion. His voice carried itself like the leading man in a guild of white knights that pass through the

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The Drop

The Drop of my heart lights will spark that will ignite the light   o’er cristling nights Drop Drop Drop -J.Broadway

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Ave. Nine

Lying in the street with the ominous air running through my feet Great waves of depression glide through open arms and steady How on God’s name am I here? Thorough psalms of plentiful grace break into the earthly concaves and pleasantries O’er strides I sit waiting to compliment death with arousal of conscious life O’

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This is for You

  Sometimes home isn’t four walls but two arms Coming from a generation of overthinkers This is for you Coming from a nation of stressors This is for you The weight of the world on each of our shoulders as the world’s gets colder we march together Yet we are so alone From a generation

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II XXII XVI

She is lost gone in the valley If she weren’t as stubborn as I maybe just maybe she’d stay an echo in the dust T’was not my fear for her loss but the fear of mine that kept her across across the valley How low must we go to charm the valley to charm the

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II XXI XVI II

I hate what I am because what I am is what I am feeling It has no meaning to whom I actually am Am I crazy or just too lazy to ramble something with sense There is a door and I am stuck behind it because its locked and I am not able to ratify

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II XV XVI

It would be brilliant to not fear the near enclosure of my encampment Captured by the desire The superior light that might come with what I aspire Tis but not the lovely light of day that leave me in dismay or disarray rather than keeping me at bay I love thee that decides what it’d

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II VII XVI

O’ Captain! Shall I speak thine name   Thine nature is not one of recognizing and thou suit is not average   Shan’t I get garish glances post the uttering of thine title?   Would you not enjoy to see the fear in their eyes? Would you not wake in despise?   To surprise those

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Coming soon: Into The Abyss

“Into The Abyss” is in the proofing stages and will be published soon. In the mean time you can check out the first book in the trilogy on Amazon.com Link:

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The Cheat

He lay his cold, cheap, plastic pencil on the frozen granite-print table. Eraser shavings covered the area surrounding him and the ground on either side of the long rectangular table. He looked down at his burning white screen until he heard the shifting bodies of the classroom move and rise.  Twas time leave once again.

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Path of Dreams and Nightmares

Walking on a dream wondering what I should believe in My future haunts me My past drags me down – J.Broadway

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Paper-thin

Wish you were as tough as pigskin By you’re paper-thin What a shame it is that you have your heart ok both of your sleeves – j.broadway

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We Don't Need Shoes

Chasing dreams until the souls in our shoes wear out We’ll keep on running We will grab with our arms stretched out We will jump on each other’s backs to get higher And when we fall We’ll fall hard But what won’t kill us will make us believe we can get back up off of

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Aftermath Pt. I

Upon first glance, the city looked as he had remembered it with the acceptation of the lack of people. It was an empty yet nuzzling city. Then with a further inspection, the city was revealed to be caved in from abandonment. All of the color was drained from the buildings and the roads. Everything was

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All New; The Ticking of The Clocks

We’re all running Running Running through time  It is ticking ticking for the lies But we all call for the new The new horizon – J.Broadway

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Running Constellations 

We are all looking for shooting stars to guide us. The truth is shooting stars are too fast for us Running Running Star-kissed eyes Honey Honey  No more lies We’re all just running constellations  – J.Broadway

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  "Off in The Red"

Off in the red dance dance with the dead lost lost in this madness lost lost in this madness – j.broadway

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Road 003

Traveling down this road of insanity with a pen and pad in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. I walk the lonely path for I have a lifetime to travel it. I seek no exposure. I’m glad that it will last. I’m just a sole surviving poet in this corrupt world

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Good Garden of The Ridge of Limbo

Good garden of The Ridge in limbo. I see it glow as I walk this lonely road. Oh how it sparkle in all of its beauty. So far. So distant. The blueish tint beckons for a pleasing smile or maybe a quaint gaze. At the ease of a pencil and ‘twas the description of beauty

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Remember

Remember I remember I remember when I lost it I remember when I went crazy When my fingertips went numb While I ponder While I type My hands grow like stones and weigh heavy to the ground But while I ponder While I type The aching pain in my hands will not stop for if

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Dragon Breath

Consequently I fear That monotonously I breath for you Within the grasp the filthy taste of your words are like a smoker’s breath Dragon breath Fiery Hellish – J.Broadway

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Sunken 

It feels like  a sinking boat inside of my stomach. I cannot escape the feeling. I cannot escape the sound.  It brings forth desperation. It brings forth shattered youth. – J.Broadway

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Mahogany 

You’re not alone  I’m not alone Here Here In the real world Past the butterflies and bees The maple leaves of the city below Tell me why I wouldn’t like to live Here Here Where I wouldn’t want to leave Where the velvet mahogany welcomes me – J.Broadway

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I Live Alone but I Wouldn't have to With You

I live alone In this business profile I live alone Catch the sea and set alone the twenty one suns that shine upon me I live alone Catch me with your breath Set sail your summer sweet candy-eyed breath-taking girl I live alone Seventy million lonely stars that suggest our affection need a connection yet

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Doors

Every door a new chamber of mysterious nonsense   Everything has a reason So, I must find out why   Why do I keep going? Why do I wish to know?   This feeling inside nudges me toward each fear I attempt to avoid   There has to be a reason to these chambers  

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The Building

In the blink of an eye; not a second had past when the white blur formed in front of him. The door was chained and locked tight. Shelby looked up at the abnormally large building. All of it’s one hundred windows were blackened except one. One window broken. One window shattered and below him glass

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Enter your worst fears and thoughts

You’ve gone past the point of no return A small match has grown the fire within as you crawl to the deepest point Things are better now with your eyes closed It makes no difference whether you pick life or death for you are in limbo Why won’t you carry your dreams home and lock

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Go back before it is too late

Back and revived I’m back and alive Your mind isn’t safe But you wouldn’t have it any other way You grow a beard of shame to hide your ugly face You’d do anything to feel brand new It’s fine that you mock me But I’m a vulture And you’re dead -Julian Broadway (part 09)

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Its Hard To Say What Current Thoughts Flow

Well I’m seeing double vision now They say it is mind over matter But my mind is lost I’m just waiting until the curtain closes Then maybe I won’t miss the train nowhere I am frozen because I know We are all going to die It has been far too long since I’ve seen your

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A Fried Lung For The Broken Heart

Stumbling to grasp reality Satan’s urine flowing through your veins Is that the way you wish to live Or will you die from too much You’re a ticking time bomb Yet no one knows the length of your fuse A beautiful masterpiece you create From the blood of your creators You give it and you

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The Untitled

No excuses could mend his broken legs His pride was beaten He was practically damned He refused to speak Yet he argued with expressions Desperate meals cooked by death Beckoned him for his life His senseless partnership With unfaithful teachings Would yet lead him Onto unclaimed ground He is the untitled – Julian Broadway (part

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An Evening Stroll

An evening stroll turned sour A surprised chemical shower Unrecoverable sight Lost at the drop of a dime The path he took of a color unknown Though everyone warned him of it He was still drawn in The method of madness was just to welcoming – Julian Broadway (part 05)

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A Teary Eye For A Grieving Pessimist

How many tears roll down your face Don’t try to find yourself in an unfaithful place You say your birth was a mistake Joyfully you are disgraced Oh what a homely look you so pursue What a lily you are described as Yet a flower is an improper way to describe you Venom runs through

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Constitutionally Sentimental

It feels better Biding by the words that choke me I don’t know which path to go But sadly I keep waiting For something to guide me In the right direction Sometimes accurate But not yet sentimental Is the sick and twisted message written on Her ruby red lips Even from a thousand dying hands

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Biologically Correct Heart

My heart is racing out of my chest I can feel my skin tearing I see the things I fear most in a display of horror Broken shards of my soul gouge my eyes out I taste blood as my tongue disfigures and contorts I know this is the end And if I am to

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The Purple Road

Don’t go they say Your simply begging for beating they say You will be one with the purple road For the purple road does not go any which way The purple road is made from shards of broken dreams It is made from the formations only created By sick and twisted human beings like you

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Why The Rabbits Cry

 When the rabbits cry It’s the day to die And all will not be well For the upcoming tragedy Will be a prediction of the rabbits They speak of no evil But they hear all And they see all And if they could speak They would warn not to travel The road paved of purple

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Wake up and smell the coffee (from "Run" the spoken word album)

If you don’t know that i’m different Then you haven’t taken a second look I may always be dreaming But it doesn’t mean i’m sleeping Love is all you need? Well last time I heard, love is the reason for heartbreak The air is so thick with hate from the lit cigarette of society That

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100mph

I haven’t had a full night of sleep in months. The boundaries between life and limbo grow more faded each day. Things haven’t been as clear. My mind is going at 100mph I’m just waiting for it to stop. I’m on a hill looking to the sun. The warmth feels amazing. I admire it’s beauty

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Voice

He eats souls He rips minds He feasts like a vulture that’s been starving He digs within And buries himself within the weak He is pain He is judgment He is the cruel words that slip from our tongues He is thrashed upon us on a daily basis He knows no end We are the

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"Sometimes you …

“Sometimes you have to become what you loathe to know why you truly hate it” ~ Julian Broadway

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52nd Time

Everything is made of static Everything is made of stone I’m on a building of lies stretching and reaching for the sky hopelessly looking down to the smooth concrete It looks warm, inviting, welcoming I feel a sudden strong push Like how the hand of a child pushes a toy off of the shelf The ground

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A letter to my beloved

You are Beautiful  That’s all I can say because it is my human nature to point out the obvious And even if I tried to make up my own language to describe you I can’t because you take the words chew them up and spit them out  Because you crush the air out of my

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Rotten Bananas

Rotten bananas Sun baked Fresh dead skin on my plate Shed from the heat of the hot yellow sun My burnt eyes won’t quit weeping Chained up Rotten as these bananas Left to Suffer ~ Julian Broadway

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"A poem isn't j…

“A poem isn’t just a poem. It is a gateway into someone’s soul” ~ Julian Broadway

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An Inner Conflict of a Poet

I awoke from another nightmare in my bed I felt I had been struck in the head The room grew its own eeriness The walls oozed with darkness Was this another dream What does this all mean Is it just another story unraveling for me Why me? When did this come to be That I

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Fire

He fell into the fire A pit of his own desire He twist and he turned As his world began to burn He could feel everything break apart As he heard the fast beating of his heart His eyes began to dilate He realized his own fate He knew it all too clear This was

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