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  • Nov 20, 2014

    You have to die to become alive and that’s why tragedy seems so beautiful.

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  • Nov 20, 2014

    a father

    “chug the water,” she said so kindly
    i sigh and look at it like it’s whiskey, that it might be the remedy
    because maybe the drink needs me like i need it
    we form a bond of another and cope with this world together

    i laugh as i sip, thoughts rumble in my head
    can’t walk, can’t talk, seems my mind has stumbled to bed
    the memories need sleep like i feed off energy
    i slam my face to the ground, pound my soul to give me one more

    beg and plead, but the door closes
    “just one more,” i said as i hang from a lonely thread
    everything seems gone, i don’t have a home
    i just wait for the endless call, the phone that’ll never ring
    the words that i want more than anything

    i grasp, i touch, i slip on affection of a beautiful liquid
    the shine, how it slides like fine wine
    my throat lingers with happiness as the void becomes dismissed
    twice too many has the affair with life come to a near
    dancing on a lone toe, the fears are too many
    hands act as wings as they carry me
    my life has gone to shambles

    the once handsome has unfortunately lost his balance
    his whiskey water was left in his honor
    but sadly his only daughter, has too, fallen under

  • Nov 19, 2014

    I’m 35, but I was born 7 years ago. I have retrograde amnesia.

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  • Nov 18, 2014

    Things could always be, but some things will never have been.

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  • Nov 17, 2014

    You reminded me of a puppy dog. Someone so confused with which way to go. Excited and curious, but stuck in happiness that he seem to can’t move.

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  • Nov 17, 2014

    selfless

    they ask if i’m sad, if i’m mad
    but they don’t realize i’m willing to die again
    fate versus teardrops
    i’ve held bombs and i have this pretentious feeling of knowing it all

    i strike the gong and listen to waves through the air
    sometimes it feels as if you’re standing there
    i can feel your hair, the smell and the way your fingers felt
    it was always surreal and for some reason, i could never take the wheel

    the occasional howl here and there
    i flip a dime and wonder one day if you’ll ever be mine
    that maybe i should cut and sign the dotted line
    in contrast, my future shouldn’t depict my past
    we talked about in time, but i sat and stared into your eyes
    looked at your elbow as you said, “i’m getting old”
    had no words, only thoughts
    i watched as you said, “i’m still here”

    words came and went and everything i said, i meant
    laid on the bed and tossed you the machete
    you knew i was ready
    i always pled, “please don’t make it messy”

    you sipped your iced coffee as i smiled and nodded
    but i always knew you had the mind of a child
    that a life of wild is something i can’t change
    which is why i never pulled the mat
    and why i never asked you to walk the nile or even drive a half a mile

  • Nov 16, 2014

    I’ve met plenty of beautiful people but I honestly can’t tell you what they look like.

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  • Nov 15, 2014

    It’s amazing to me how you can have such a following based on your words alone.. and not a gimmick, or shock value. That’s impressive. Can you give me some insight to staying positive.. and not letting someone validate how I feel about myself?

    Thank you so much!

    It took a moment to answer this because, well, I’ve never actually taken a moment to think about it. I think a key is to look at all aspects of a situation and who’s causing you to question yourself. There’s always going to be someone that springs doubt and sometimes that’s a parent, lover or friend. But honestly it lies within the insecurities of the giver and if it’s negative, why? Was it a genuine feeling meant to bring positivity or said to be hurtful? 

    I often find myself doubting others’ opinions which I believe sparks my disbelief in people. It’s probably bad advice to give but… just doubt everyone and the only opinion that’ll end up mattering is yours. But that’s when trust issues arise and that, my friend, is life.

  • Nov 15, 2014

    Roses aren’t red,
    the detail is.

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  • Nov 14, 2014

    I was shattered glass but you weren’t a repairman.

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