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my thoughts are not a lot but they've got passion when they're crashing all together forever is never a finite point when you joint yourself to weather anything you don't bring yourself to any conclusion in confusion you're losing
death and decay are apparent
transparent share it tear it apart
struggle with the part
where it starts to appear on you
what do you do
struggle against symbiosis there are no real choices just the noises that you make when you feel your earth shake and tumble while you fumble crumble into the dark a stark contrast life and death the appearance of melancholy when you take your last breathe what's left to you to do when it's not your day anymore
I hope I can read the newspaper
See the news of later
admire earth from the aether
hear the daily weather
whether or not I could interact with it directly
I want to see what the world will be
without me
when it happens eventually
I feel like I judge people too often
I've forgotten how to trust a stranger
cause in my head I always read danger
jesus born in bethlehem in a meager manger
I'm sitting outside the library
therapy
there to be the only place
I can quit this race
slow my pace
and taste the air there
where they do not care if I have money
As the sun spins and spirals
the entitled grow wild
mild is the days of the past
before everything did collapse
in a lapse or relapse of better judgement
I am above something, stumbling,
crumbling like a cookie in water
it gets hotter the more you move
to find your groove is to prove a point
George RR Martin is absolutely shit
The past will always be behind you
Your future will always be ahead
In the present, instead of worry
Ask yourself
What's the hurry?
People in places of power are predators
There's nothing left there of prey
They think you should do as they say cause hey
who else do you play?
You can never have a balanced relationship with someone famous
it's the lamest truth
Soothe your says and weighs out your options
(he got money, a lot of them)
And 10 out of 10 times he's fine with sweeping things under the rug, because he's a manufactured thug with a slug in his heart and brain
Do you think anyone sane could sustain that lifestyle? The piles of cash replace the weight that was once his soul but he can never fill up that hole so that's why he stole your heart because his art depends on a struggle to start but where's that part when he's no longer scraping money together at walmart
where does it start when you run out of art
Part-ys and ladies and Mercedes will send you to Hades the pleiades will show you no mercy
for what hurts me is what makes you lonely if only you could see clearer the fear is what drives you the fear is what lies to you
try to be true but what do you do when no one relates to you boo hoo wipe those tears with your hundreds you bled for this didn't you
And you didn't see things through you just saw what you wanted to and developmentally that stunted you and now you will do what you always wanted to do because that's just you
You never worked on yourself you only worked on what drives you so who the fuck really are you who the fuck is really true
I was abandoned
By the sun the moon the tomb I built was made of stilt and straw with a deathly maw and a scrape like a caw the raw emotion the raw feeling it is like your skin peeling and crusting over over and over again you pick at your skin like you mean to dig in
Positions of power sour good intentions
My friend always tells me I write like Charles bukowski, as if I could see that clearly, or write that dearly, or peer so fearlessly down a beer bottle, or I could live my life so carelessly at full throttle but like a bottle of liquor it's quicker to chug it all at once than to nurse it over the night sky. I don't like to try all that hard because life is a deck of a single card and I'm never really sure which one it is It could be a piss poor card or a hard bargain I just never know when to begin but back on the topic I have had about lost it with this comparison to spectres flying like comets their vomit could not compare to my air my hair what I wear and what I care about it is all doubt imposter syndrome with a drum beat that heats up your palms this writing was your daily alms
I saw the world in your eyes
The way they glides over to me and only to hold my eyes in surprise like I never surmised your eyes has a grip like a fist flies right towards your eyes, and they roll back and you catch a last glimpse of the sky
my
Who could stay where I have stayed who could have prayed where I have prayed who could've saved their life like I own did could you do it could you do it better could you change the world over and over could you kick the habit and get sober could you survive to another October I told her over and over honey I am a clover cigarette that numbs your lips and catches your breathe when there's about half of me left take a breathe and exhale stale smoke as I soak in the sun done with everything and nothing procrastinating and lacerating exaggerating everything everywhere everywhere everything everywhere everything is too everything everywhere everything everywhere is too loud
Im not seeking answers I'm seeking questions
Neglect is infection, reflection is perfection
which direction do you point your bow
Do you know
Where to go
Before it begins to snow?
how so have you survived this long out here
Suffering, stumbling, mumbling and fumbling every chance life has ever given you
Just because you believe the opportunities presented to you are just too good to be true
You protect yourself
but protection is misdirection of aggression or affection or attention or addiction
what you're kicking is what you're missing
Wishing (u) wel
How far away we are from stars, from cars, from the local piss smelling bars mars is a faint dot like a red rot like a pimple on the universe's face when I see space I wish I could associate it with a taste like metal burning in my mouth or the feeling of heading down south and smelling the air I don't care where when or how just allow me this jealousy to grow into something temporary
Angels all mangled with their chicken bones and thrones of gold dancing over their head
is an angel ever dead instead led down somewhere new an unfamiliar avenue
what is true is up to you so do what you do just remember what you chose to be true
Stars crust over like sobriety torture
the moisture gathers around my eyes, my nose, my features the puncture is worth the pincture I'm sure everything is just a blur a girl a girl my girl holding roses like biblical poetic poses do you notice illusion do you notice confusion do you notice obtrusion like when something's blocking the sun?
I'm done here, now is time it begun