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Me but me. Original poetry by me.

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porbsas

water

distilled or running knows the future told by the past

a vibration

rarely holy, yet still

everlasts

one will sit by the mountain

an amount

until its promise cashed

until the breath flows from earth

until the curse is crashed

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fleeting feeling

line, line

i'm rowing the boat of energy

i'm 1/1 in front of the line

minus the bear style tapping

we're listening to raw emo punk music

pup darker days

i used to love your face

and now all i see is tragedy

hate

and violence

we both share our favorite thing together

more important than the sun

may the better man or woman win

this is war

and it's not fun

ill try hard to be the victor

even with no limbs or face

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in this timeline

I’ve been killing myself for such a long time

my blood is strong but my rope unwinds

by my hands, contemplation, critical time

spent unraveling

running away from crime

that I should be commiting

to feel something

and be able to write

and run

a line

to be able to feel again

is there such a thing?

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help

I don't think the time spans from your arms to my heart and all that folds and spans I often think that I don't think I can I'll burn coal to the toast Tom Hanks just ran

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45% of them

The fly continues to linger

above the months old sriracha

every time my

20 year old cat meows

it makes me sad

no amount of rotting food and dust

can drown out the sorrow

of what i once had

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any hesitation can lead to death

meditation on an inevitable death should be performed daily

i’m sarcastically sure a wise man once said

When i see half wet blood running jagged down glass

mirrors show me what i want to see last

any moment i find myself looking into them

i just want it all to end

i want to see the frayed pieces

i want a reflective explosion

shrapnel; beautiful

life cherished grasp fast

as it ends at last

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full force fuck you

flayed linen

i’ve seen christ in bed

i’ve got a muhammad bobble head 

I eat the flesh of buddha

anything to

feel again

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join a punk band

Shave your head

Get a tattoo

Ripped lyrics providing me what I want them to

Reality takes up space

Or none

How do you perceive your own race

Does god get the best of you?

How does your breakfast taste?

Would you be ecstatic if flown to the moon

What does mommy mean to you?

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A Tornado Warning

A tornado warning

In America is not all it’s cracked up to be.

This morning, on 313, I saw no rot on the same deer carcass for the third straight day

I’ve seen nothing more than riddles in the world for years now

since before the first glimpse of my first born son

using technology still within the whom of his mother

god bless all people and how they got here

god knows there is no love left amongst us here

Yes, we have it individually

But we know now, subconsciously

we live a cruel, dark, grim reality

and we all deal with it to the best of our ability

the second we get hungry

Say your prayers to god

thank him I don’t believe, I’ll be

steps ahead of you

running

into nothing

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*bump*

Steady breeze

a crisp and inviting low humidity swing

sun beginning to rev

show itself, all of it

flags and engines

truth of what’s left of any father energy

in our world.

it is not cold, nor warm

but it feels warm.

it is familiar.

it is what we all seek

Freedom, in the air

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Love me, I am here now.

searching for identity in a haircut

I think that’s something people have spent a lot of time

both recently and in antiquity

chasing a lot of guilt and little original thought

and i don’t think there is anything wrong with that

in and of itself

A Kossak haircut

if that is what it takes

to cut and melt

through a nothingness that grips

onto lifelessness

until there is nothing left

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rambo

Faced with the decision to choose morality or my own

I’ve chosen none

The void exists in the face of prosperity

Only when I’m gasping down on my knees

Can I see it clearly

The man

the man is weak

Show me the light

just maybe the idea of it, at night

So I can make myself, make myself

alright

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Withering - in May

Past and present mean very little

There is only one me

Withering

withering

withering

If you see the glow of my soul

Snap a photo

Force it the fuck down my throat

If I don’t make it past swallowing

It was all for naught.

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Teething on roses

Hell bent on taking over

More than a deep breath and a shudder

knowing nothing but consistent

grimace, looking over shoulder

brother hug me tender, longer

wrap around my shoulders

we need more love

the world is at war

and speaking for myself

at least I’m little.

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5′11 150

What is every fraction

of a half an inch

regarding the trembling

forgotten muscles along the ribcage

have you seen your skeleton

god knows your subconscious has imagined it

I used to do a lot of things

Now I want to forget how to

Constantly suck my gut in.

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ice crown boy pt2

You’ve seen me in matrimony

my rage red as rubys

illuminated by the kid in me

ignorant buffoon, see me overcompensate

disgusting, clumsy

try so hard just to fall a mockery

six years secluded

I see topaz

emerald

blue diamond in my

peripherals

it’s crazy

cascading golden light upon

fleeting vision

blurry black and all consuming

dream sweet price

for you’ll need more than pride

jewelry

to be king

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Ice crown boy

Show me yourself

because i’m fleshy all I do is lash

I’ll give you gentle kisses

massage, loving stares

just relax

as i rub you lovingly

watch me drool blood

tonight you’ll dream of savagery

see my smile

i’ve got fangs of ice

but god damn

am i so nice