Self-Repression

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a scene to relive my life
i am filled with regrets
as i imagine the potential possibilities
while my present has no flux

i sing, i rain
i whine, i design
i curse the earth
question common sense and sanity

my life is lived more in my imagination
where the wisdom that me, myself and i have discovered
paints everyone as the opposition

you will suffer if your consciousness affirms you’re meant to
the world will demolish into your haven if you know it is meant to be
you are, where you show the self it is meant to be

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FREE BOOKS!

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Hello everyone!

I’ve decided to make the PDF copies of all the poetry books that I’ve published so far free for anyone to read/download. The link under this paragraph will take you directly to where my books can be accessed. I plan to keep this link active and only add to it as I complete more projects.

https://drive.google.com/drive/u/0/folders/1PZ8Sc4natYExL3BylRb5bG7XdKq0QoZy

This second link is a master platform that has everything relating to “Sircharlesthepoet” on it. That includes links to all of my social media platforms, a link to where you can donate money to support me (if you feel moved to) AND MOST IMPORTANTLY the link where all of my books can be found:

https://linktr.ee/sircharlesthepoet

Now, let’s talk money. You may be thinking that my art should be sold–and you’re right–but, honestly, I do not like taking people’s money. My biggest downfall as an artist is that I have a hard time putting a monetary value on my work. That does not mean my work is worthless–I have created priceless pieces–but, knowing the impact that my work can have on someone, it pains me severely to know that this person may miss out on that impact because of a price they did not want to commit to. At first thought, this is the most beautiful idea, but, at the end of the day, I need money to support my art goals, become a better artist, and to support my life as an artist.

My art will remain free for as long as I can sustain it. But, with that being said, if you ever have some extra change but you’re not quite centered on what to do with it, please consider donating it to me. If you ever feel a strong urge to support me financially–with whatever amount you may have (a dollar is a dream)–I now have a way for you to do so. There are three links below, PayPal, GoFundMe and Ko-fi, through which you can donate to me any amount that you please. PayPal requires an account (I believe) but GoFundMe and Ko-fi will work with your card. All of the money goes to a special bank account that I only withdraw from for art purposes. All of your money will go towards my art. I am committed to doing things such as taking art classes, learn new types of art, buy art materials, and whatever else it may be (like finally buying the WordPress domain to get rid of these pesky ads), to improve my work, and to deliver better content to you. This is very difficult and strange for me to do, but whatever you are able to give, I strongly appreciate your support.

Paypal: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/sircharlesthepoet

GoFundMe: https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-charles-art

Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/sircharlesthepoet

Much love,

Charles “Sircharlesthepoet” Joseph

Awake In My Dream

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In the name of sleep,
These dreams will be kept alive.
When the chase has halted,
Something wrong has arrived.

Addiction
Insanity
A waste!

But what else is to be done?

So pauses, but never stops.
Even when the light is red; the sign is an octagon.
Even when fear stands in the middle of this dark, lonely road

Hinged to this potential
Lost in this dream, I am.
But you will never catch me sleeping.

@sircharlesthepoet

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I’m always working on something.

Young Blood

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A trick of blood trickling down my palms,
Give me your hands

Your soul strapped in the barrettes clipping your hair shut
It longs to scream, shout and fly with the clouds
But you won’t let it.

A sinister flower killing your light little by little
Surrender all of you, as you do every day,
And taste my blood; the soul of youth.
Retrieving the truth long lost in your soul

Let me bestow youth upon you.
Feel young once again so you’ll drown in your emotions
Jump to the clouds and land in a pool
Back first. While starring at the sky

Feel young, once again.
Taste my blood.
Then, honey, you’ll realize you’ve been living a lie
Because, tonight,
You are young.

@Sircharlesthepoet

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Stay as young as possible for as long as possible.

Rain Parade

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Cloudy skies
The sun dies

Gentle orchestra on my window
I have fallen far below

The moist, the tears
The parade in my ears

Are we finally sober?
Or are we sobbing?

Sliding down the glass
I swear, this is my last

Until the sun has risen
To silence my siren

This rain will drop
Sorrow won’t stop.

@sircharlesthepoet

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How To Save a Life

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Save a life by remembering your blessings, your faults,
And the times you denied that you ever had any
You will then understand what you see

Leave your urges on the sidewalk
Go inside the space that you created
Then create space to draw on the wall

Cut the strings of restraint from your fingers
This is what you call freedom
We are not puppets; you, a puppeteer.

Next time you lift your arm, grab the edge of a cloud
Find the message of the souls lost too soon
Maybe they found the knowledge needed To Save A Life.

@sircharlesthepoet

Black Angel

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So you’ve fallen.
Your bones growing weak
Flesh vividly sick.

But moments ago, you were at the peak of the world
Dominating altitudes the common thought to be uncommon.
You used to rain pride
On the bruised will and spirit

You used to matter, my black Angel

So you’ve fallen.
All your glory has plunged
If failure was the liquid, you’d be the sponge

Your wings have exploded
Ashes of patches and pieces of memory
From a time when “god” was an understatement

Drink your regrets away, my black Angel.
Until this serum floods your conscience
Beliefs that you’re still at glory

All you’ve wanted was to leave a mark
On their soul; fill their hole
Until they feel your spark

But your glory is no more.
You possess nothing but memories

So you’ve fallen, my black Angel.

@sircharlesthepoet

Midnight Library (Video)

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This is to all the all-nighters and the late nights spent “studying”.

@sircharlesthepoet

Midnight Library

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Boo me
Or boo to you.
A scare-tastic fanatic,
Sometimes fantastic
Others, terror-ific.

Results of a drain in my head
My brain eaten by confusion zombies
Instead.
Due dates chasing me—
I’m due for a date with the dead if I get out of line.

Horrors I have brought upon myself
Are now awakened—all through this night.
So I’ll remain. Focused as could be
As this night prolongs. Like the sea

Until forever—until darkness forgets
The possibilities of light
Until we become:
Skeletons with webbed lamps,
Ghosts on dusty shelfs.

@sircharlesthepoet

Who Do You Look Up To?

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When I say I look up to you.
I don’t mean I aspire to be like you

When I say that I look up to you
I don’t mean I follow your path,

Hoping to fall in line.

When I say I look up to you
You may ask then, “what do you mean”

If not to be like that person?

When I say I look up to you
Why should I aspire to be anything, but perfect?

When I say I look up to you
You have to understand no human is perfect

So why strive to be like one?

When I say I look up to you
I mean growth.

Which equates to making my life mine,

When I say “I look up to you”
That equates to making your life mine

Just to get my life back,
And why, would I want that?

When I say I look up to you
I mean I want these characteristics.
I want your lessons that my path in life didn’t bother
Teaching

When I say I look up to you
I mean I want that wisdom.
I want your sermon that my religion didn’t bother
Preaching

Only God is perfect,
So towards He, I aim

So when I say I look up to you
Know I only want to get better as I progress
To you. Then through you.

When I say I look up to you
Know that your success is only a level

To which I want to arrive.
Of which I want to remember.

@sircharlesthepoet