I'm not a Robot

I'm Cayton Cox. I write and sometimes badly but if you can't do what you love then why do anything at all. Also, I'm not a robot.

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“Hold on darling for this confused feeling is a familiar one.”

— The snake and the tail (via composingmywords)

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“Branched out chaotic hope. It grew wild so it had to be trimmed.”

— Wild Flowers in your Heart. (via composingmywords)

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“Love Me Love Me Love Me”

— l o v e - six Word Story (via composingmywords)

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“I constantly wonder what kind of future we would of had if we tried…”

— Always thinking. (via composingmywords)

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“And what is a flower without its petals but a bare man left without skin. They didn’t know they were cutting me off and cutting me thin. I’m left to feel bone crush against screens that know more than they need to know.”

— The Phone in my Neck (via composingmywords)

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“He knew not to say love”

— Online (via composingmywords)

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“Why don’t they matter to you?”

— is that me? (via composingmywords)

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“I crave attention in endless circles”

— Season (via composingmywords)

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Lost in ink Lost in clouds Lost in words Lost in eyes Lost in being lost Lost in being here Lost in being Lost in

Loss.

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Loneliness is an anchor between the words

Crowds flood around moving with darting eyes     but each glace      seemed to last minutes

He who waited on the sand finding it hard to breathe the air

endless sand and sea now pavement

Moving to Reality .1

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The buildings eyes were bright even as the world sleeps.

he was afraid to be eaten side walk benches held yesterday as forgotten sweaters, notes or  forgettable words to husks of food and things that would take  years to decay.

What was it to decay?

He brandished tears only seeing one man who poured smoke from his mouth holding a dying cigarette. The roads are veins beaming light reflecting the stars as if it all was a mirror showing what man could make. Do you have a cigarette?

The man asked unnoticing the stream of tears. The cigarette dark spear dazzling in lights at the tip burning away  the smoke weaving around.

"No."

A shame I guess all good things come to an end.

The quiet smothered thought and dried the tears.

The sun arrived smothering the world with warmth and a new light giving a face to the man buying cigarettes.

He waits for the night.

Moving to Reality .2

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Pits of green across the pit stop for the car.

Action figures lay  bare, done in by love and far        they fought hard        through dirt via         hands trying to confront         growing pains

They sit at the edge of the driveway with a skinned knee from yesterday

the kids are simulated sounds in the distance because if you pretend to not hear something do you really hear it?

The gutters collected water polluted by soap, forgotten leaves like floating boats, evergreen conifers to sticks that seemed to come from nowhere.

Dirt caked on hands folding in words from school. Worries of the future on the edge beaming into passing water.

The breeze gently held tears that rolled into the small, small river.

Growing Up.

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The rise of the sun

is a gentle reminder

the world goes on

Another Morning

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We want to be bound to

the eyes that caught us like nets.

We want to be fucked into oblivion

until our scribbled words become sentences again.

We want to be set free with a love we can’t

seem to grasp alone lost in a pleasure

that is a biological itch to satisfy.

We chase ourselves until we are lost calling

out our own name.

Tell me who I am

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If you ask me none of this really means anything and at the same time it means everything.

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I forget how time is limited in the presence of people becoming ghosts. One day I'll become a  ghost too.

Ghosts

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I forget how time is limited in the presence of people becoming ghosts. One day I’ll become a ghost too.