Jeff.

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[crudepeace]

its hard to write poems for you when all you do is break me in two and i know ive spent some time apart doing things that were not so smart but ive got two ears and eyes and veins and times its felt like im just your pet not your man

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Perfection leaks from dark brown eyes, and studies all its made. Clouded from the blurry cries, they're the deepest, richest shade. They've counted stars, spun my lies, and seen my darkest days. Shifted down and up and round Til they set my way. So cry no tears for colors fade but the earth it trembles not. And ground it is and ground she breathes without a second thought. So love, my dear, the deepest brown where I lay my gaze because stronger still the trees will stand in soil and earth ablaze.

she said wishes her eyes were a lighter brown

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do you know about the sun? it runs across the sky, its story written among the stars. have you heard about the moon? they’ve never said a word only glances here and there they'll fall in love, i think if the world doesn't end. because look the land once said meet me by the sand join me and we'll dance and the ocean rowed in hand did you hear it? can you see it? hold the night in your spine and walk upright when you feel the waves in the breeze they're telling you we've been here since time you'll be fine you'll be fine

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But write the things tho. Plz.

It's been a while, hasn't it.

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the purest hate in grandeur states enraptures holy minds in void it calls upon our coldest zeal and burns a deadly hollow deal written in the darkest beat its purpose now lay in defeat upon the stones it still remains  never to remove the stains deepest red you've ever seen fangs in forms of letter sheen bolded, beaten, your will be done the hearts of lost reduced to none

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monotony, the harrowed thief of time steals the hallowed deep embrace.  robbing me since conceived she silent molds herself in place. sheol rests inside her eyes and feels no hope, no joy, nor pain true, the hell of modern age is valleys, mountains, and fields a slain forgive the shallow gazing eyes they know not where to look or see besides the dark and blackened fog long endured inside of me

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fans swirl, but not enough to cool, and just enough to move the hot air around the room. it resembles a breeze but isn't quite refreshing. summer's melancholy rests in the room, lazing in the light of the nearing sunset. the world is in limbo. everyone silently and contently waits to be lowered into the night. until then, the amber orange stills, and the trees sing the gentle breeze, heavy and light in the same breath. solace in our lungs is whispered in every silent rest.

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Life of the ever going; He’s never had an address. Instead, he states, his home is above the horizon; A place you can never reach, but always go. He’s happy this way,  he says. I wish I could believe him. He walks as is if he’s never carried a thing, smiles as though he’s never needed braces, but only talks of foreign passions. He’s victim, oh placid reverie, to greener, the fields of ought to be.

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Don’t paint me as a martyred saint The fateful day I die Your masterpiece sounds pretty nice But it’s nothing but a lie Don’t shelter me with empty words They’re not worth a dime My soul will rest all the same If you listed every crime I request of you, lay out my sins They’re countless as the stars For beauty rests and, and truth it sings Amidst the life with scars

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i’m sorry for being in love but not loving you.

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I don't love it because it's beautiful i love it because it reminds me of you.

nostalgia is sometimes as sweet as a sunset, and as bitter as the dirt. 

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cliches stick to our tongues like yesterday’s gum true expression is lost in forlorn eyes re-creating what’s made we’re too love-struck with our dumb luck we forget art has nothing to do with chance. meticulously stitched and strewn across canvas, whatever it may be, we must toil and fumble, and fracture at least a few bones, before its perfection matches yours. then we’re prepared, but never ready, to scream at the world in variegated vests of shining light and somber bows adorned upon ourselves in protest for our souls. only then will the chatter shake cease in the cold, sometimes burning, confines of our chests  satisfied. until the next time.

the world needs more than cliches

[crudepeace]

then came summer, like the cold ocean tide, it knocked you off your feet. you hoped one day that all your dreams would come true. one day, one day, you prayed. revolutions in your mind, but revolutions are all the same you're an island, you're the sea. you're nothing like you expected you'd be. baby teeth mortgage grave someday, someday.

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She was never a child of innocence, but she's a kin of finesse. the last demon she fought, still lingers on her breath.

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the saddest story I’ve ever known was of a man who’s stature was a wobble who’s breathe was as thick as the bottle was empty. he was so close to the ground that he was nearly underneath it most days he wished he was. his eyes were glazed over and his soul was too but I still believe that on that day at me, he stared right through. but more sad than his circumstance was that long before I offered my arm to lean on so that he could start to walk, he had lost his will to stand

i still pray for him

[crudepeace]

I can’t help but smile when I think of the times we said we should leave but instead, stayed a while.

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Let me be just a memory, don’t linger on me. just a flash, a glimpse of time well spent nothing more, nothing less. I want to be there, smiling, when you recognize how lucky you are how privileged you are to simply be breathing and then leave me there and remember me for my heart, for your soul