December 2011
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Lost My Mind
Sometimes I miss my mind Even though ignorance has been kind I can’t think past quick lines Trying to put together words to rhyme My dreams turned from vivid to blurred Waited but no explanation heard Spent too many minutes thinking What lesson I needed to learn Overlooking faults Mistaken for being strong Complete coherent thoughts Tell me staying here is wrong
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The Two Letters In Between
so, umm… it starts with an ‘l’ and ends with an ‘e’ encompasses everything in between, the heavens and this gravel. it gives meaning to the meaningless, and the ludicrous babble. it was the first shot heard around the world, in this battle. it kills our young, livestock, and cattle but with a smile on our faces, sporting crooked grins gapped tooth and shallow eyes...
No inspiration.
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Saddest truth about reality.
The saddest truth about reality is the act that we the people don’t know the true me. They themselves run around unsure if their lives are truly bound. “who am I?” is often asked A burden to all, an impossible task. I ask myself and answer in lies I have no really true alibi. I may be that I may be this, but the me to me and the me to you is never in true bliss. Gay,...
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Aria of self.
As soft sediment lay across the grave of the dreamer, doubt awaits. The shallow men in this area Take time to clear the heart of creation. The front of my mind is sprinkled with epitaphs. The names upon them are my hopes and dreams. The soft sediment will now be my memory, So that one can bury the fulfilled. Take it all again. Through it still the mind dreams of will, and savors-...
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nine seven eight
In my head I am always sixteen and it is always scorching New England summer and I am always falling madly in love with the way some boy’s collarbone slopes down his chest, with freckled knees, with swimming in our underwear. With sneaking out under star-draped skies, with jumping into the pool, with basement games of Beirut. I am made of sunshine and soft grass and oak trees and Revolutionary War...
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skinned knees
You say you think of me at five a.m., and how can I tell you that I do the same—
that as the sun rises over Manhattan rooftops I remember how I fell for you
so hard I skinned my knees. I walked all autumn with blood trickling down my shins,
picking the gravel from my flesh, thinking of nothing but your lips on my skin.
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i was hoping that something would spark a fire in me to keep me alive
he asked “why can’t we do this more often” and truthfully i didn’t know. i had always refused leaving the comfort of my solace laden solitude haven cover and i didn’t want to change the dynamic. i could’t deal with the change. he would have to go on alone until i’ve fixed myself
i went from feeling too much of the wrong...
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As I amble through another day without sleep, I can’t help thinking about how happy I am. I have never before been so happy to see the people in my life, so talk to the people I talk to, to be crazy with the people I’m comfortable around. This is a distorted reflection in the mirror to who I was a year ago this time, two years ago this time, three years ago this time. I’ve gotten to a point when...
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I feel like with telling people certain honest things about yourself, once it’s out there there’s no turning back. I get queasy when I address the truth cause that makes it real and something I have to deal with. I’m glad I have people around me who are at least in some way supportive. I still wish I could take back everything I had said in the past and go forward on my own terms. It’s not fair...