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Pour mon Nouvel Amour
It’s hard for me to sum it all up into words. My brain can’t compute what it’s feeling because it’s been ages since I’ve been so happy. Geniunely happy. Though near or far, land or sea, no matter the distance, one thing rings true, you inspire me. I make the best art work when I think of you. You’re like the opening number that breaks up the silence in a...
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Compressed Wood Chips-Recovored Writting from 2004
The purse was pink and it sat on the cheap table made of compressed wood chips; “MADE IN CANADA” it read. It stood out, pink with floral prints. I’m sure I wasn’t the first to wonder what was in that purse. Suddenly a woman walked into the room, and sat on the table. Standing she looked as though she belonged somewhere between the subway and six feet.
Her shoulders looked...
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April 2010-aka More bullshit enduced poetry
Sleepless nights… My Brain is on overdrive, and I need you by my side. Well, not need, but want. I want you by my side. This waiting hurts. While others can frollick, fight, Kiss, or yell, while others can do as they please, I can’t even hold your hand. But even still, throughout it all, 90 days will have felt like nothing once I’m in your arms again.
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4 - November 12, 2009
What would have been… What could have been… As the memory attempts to fade away, I’m stricken by sadness, and sickness… Emotional, Metaphorical…Metaphysical… Time has since passed, but the sky is still gray, and they keep on passing me by… Everytime I get down on my knee’s, and pretend to pray, Everytime I actually pray, God or whoever roams the...
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Cold Medicine Induced Poetry prt 2 03-27-09
What good are ones sences, if one sence is array? What good are ones sences, if perspective is off? Minds a spin, heads a mess, and i have NO scape coat …guilt… Words say alot about a person…what do mine say? What thoughts do they provoke? Am I challanging enough? I try to be… “You think you know, but you have no idea…” -The quote of the century…...
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doubt
Doubt: too strong of a word to be so understated. Products of Doubt: Fear, Uncertainty, Insecurity, Anxiety. Fear of the possibility of a negative, uncertain if good or bad is on the way, insecurity, that you, as the subject, are not adequate, let alone whats expected… Anxiety… Anxiety from waiting to atleast see a glimpse of the possible outcome. It’s soon… So close, but...
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I hope you drown in your fake personality
As night turns to day, I realize 2am has since passed. I’m weary, and I need to get some sleep. But no matter how sleepy I feel, I can’t shut off my brain. My imagination has been working overtime for a while now, and today is no different. Days melt into night, night into day, and I stare at shoes all day long. I’m surrounded by barcodes, and sku numbers. And though the barcodes dance...
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Somewhere beyond the Sea, (with revisions)
As I sit here,
contemplating all my fears,
your boldness boy,
resinates somewhere between my ears .(my brain)
As you echo,
so eloquently (bullshitly) spoken
the silence strikes us next
and the perfect gap in time invites the perfect opportunity…
You’re like something from a movie.(cause movies AREN’T REAL!)
You’re like something from the movies babe.(FAKE)
Your...
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Push Over- Twenty-Ten edition
The hardest thing for me to is stand up for myself.
I know what I need to do,
I know the words I need to say,
but every fucking time I get close and start to utilize my courage into action,
every time I try to turn my poisin to medicine,
I take 10 steps back out of Fear and Fear alone.
To make one move forward, I first take 10 steps back,
and as the grace periods come and go,
as I try to...
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Why did I wrote such nice things for a sack of...
<3 Its near 2 am. Him. This thougt process baffles me, and I dont know why I think of the currently unattainable at such odd hours. Yet these feelings of honesty give me hope, in all their divinity, in all their possible negetivety. These feelings are humbling, yet Im full of longing. I go through the notions of my day to day with no thoughts, I just do. And in that state of doing, my mind is...
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April 2009, "Happy Birthday, Asshole"
The Iron-
It
Sizzles ,
It
Shakes,
It
Burns
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Brass in color.
Platinum in pain.
The strongest metal-The Iron Burns-It Burns me
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May 21, 2009 "A Month"
as the blood drips, the blade slips,
my hand trys to grip, but alas it falls.
It’s been too long.
These 21 longs ones…
How young is too young?
I crave affection.
This world discards too many people.
I don’t want to be another statistic.
Yet I can’t stand this.
You’re dangerous, we all are.
And it drives me wild…
Wolfs in sheeps...
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August 2009
“8”
The memory of you, is still haunting, the seperation still feels fresh…8 months later…why the fuck, am I still in this mess…
I supress my feelings day and night.
I feel the need to stiffle myself,
to appeal to the eye.
but it gets harder and harder, every single day,
to hide the memory of you, in hoping these feelings will fade.
8 months, wracking my...
FUBAR-Circa 2009
I have everything in sight, the world at my fingertips…yet I feel nothing!
I’m fucking numb!
Everytime I start to think I’m feeling something it quickly fades, and i realize it’s nothing but a sliver of psuedo-emotion enduced lapses, of the feelings, I was formerly capable of experiencing.
I am just a vessel.
An empty one at that.
I hate almost everything.
I try to...
