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i write things sometimes

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Upside umop

The true depth of a human soul

Is measured by extension of self

To laugh to love and to grow old

while building emotional wealth

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For at the end of your life's candle

The gold cannot be taken across

The light will flicker as you ungrip the handle

Your kindness, the only profit or loss

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Be smart be nice be loyal and be kind

Leave all but those who are left behind

For the selfless and the happy are intertwined

Long ago, I made up my mind

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The type for me is giving, not vain

That loves the crazy and accepts the insane

Who helps out instead of laying the blame

And loves instead of increasing the pain

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The size of your heart is hard to disguise

It shines from your smile and glows in your eyes

the harder the journey the greater the prize

I'll fight for your time, if it means my demise

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Addiction

There's one thing I now say when things don't fall my way even if it's only every other day there is no way my addiction will pay It can generate and inflate and as I try not to evaluate every day's own great debate but there is no escaping fate after many a temporary victory as much as they have all tricked me I always know despicably I'm a victim of masterful trickery for each machine that generates hope will take from me like a junkee's dope the will to try and kick the trope that will let me hang by my own rope so I try to leave and squeeze the will inside myself that does so much ill but an addict never has his fill it becomes too easy to chase that thrill one day I will overcome myself and leave my past on a dusty shelf but each time I relapse without help I am left feeling like this weak willed whelp there is no end to my self convincing even though it's my own life I'm mincing every time I am left cringing and wincing I cannot help but know I should be thinking I am better that this.

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Australcohol

A is for Absinthe. A “fairy” bad idea B is for Bourbon, with scotch and one more beer. C is for Cheeky Chunder and narrowly avoiding death D is for Double Vision, Dark Rum and drop-bear breath. E is for Extremeness and the Ego we all Exaggerate F is for FUCKED. Because we all have that ONE mate. G is for Goonsacks and swinging from the clothes line H is for Highfives, when you’ve finished all that cheap wine I is for Illegal, like FUN since lockout laws :( J is for the Jagerbombs that make us lock our jaws K is for Keen! Like a friday afternoon. L is for LoOoooOose and being the Little spoon. M is for Mystery, the ‘fuck did i DO last night? N is for the Nightride, and trying to get home alright. O is for Over, how hung we always are. P is for well, Pee. You broke the seal so far? Q is for Quitting drinking, ill never do THAT again R is for Regret but still drinking next weekend. S is for SLOPDONALDS, because maccas is a must T is for Tequila, avoiding this one is just unjust. U is for Underage, when it was all so much more fun. V is for the Vom, when you know you’re fucking done. W is for Waterfall, drinking more even if you couldn’t. X is just for texting, when you know you really shouldn’t Y is for Your round, which it always, always is. Z’s need to be caught, you’ll need sleep after this.

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A Shitty Haiku

what will gaby do now that giggles must ensue probably a poo

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It’s just been revoked.

Five years, one month, one day feeling under-appreciated anyway Working so long and trying so hard they never tell you about this part

Terminated, Fired, given the sack it’s my personality they decide to attack Missed by most and confusing at best I’ll miss none of the work and all of the rest

I’ve had a good run but been taken out back one in the head then my things I will pack Wishing I’d gone out on my own terms How much I have loved, how much I have learned

It’s a sad day but a day is just that not a long time, at all, down the track Sometimes you lose, but sometimes you win choose to face the world with a lifted chin.

[otomoved]

a sentence will always look like poetry

if you hit enter a lot

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Popcorn Popup (nostalgia notification)

About a year or so ago

I realised I would never know

Another human just like you

and just like me, that liked me too.

It's been twelve months and a day or two

since I last thought I was over you

A lot has changed but it's still clear

there's a still a shade of green in here.

My mind still glows deep saturation

my heart still shows great degradation

My soul still feels such fluctuation

my life still pauses for this indentation

We started as the year grew short

we ended without a second thought

Absent the realist thoughts of mine

I'd slowed the passage of my heart's time

I really never will be sure

if I could have mistaken more

I'll never get that chance again

I wasted the time I should have spent

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Tears.

Everytime, without a doubt when I feel so low I need to shout life passes something small my way enough to get me through the day

Anytime, it’s guaranteed when I feel so very in need life passes something different to me making my watered eyes able to see

Sometime, I know it’s true when I feel there’s nothing I can do life will pass me something sincere so I know that it’s okay to stay here

No time, could I ever leave this take myself and enter the abyss life is precious and I will remain nothing is so bad I should end my pain.

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The Weight.

All the many of the mad mixed signal Too fine to tie and too much on the mingle Can’t move out and can’t move in sometimes it’s a game you just can’t win

It’s not that way when the feelings flow there’s no harm if we’re going it slow people are different and will react that way all I hope is that I won’t fall astray

Uptown banter and the magic of touch such great movement and feeling too much I’m alive and I know it won’t last long but a little more of this feels a little less wrong

so here’s to you on the opposite shore for leaving me here to only want more it’ll never be, aside from the allure I’m still me, of that rest assured

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Skinny Love

Eyes lock and mouths twist across the room we both feel this Neither willing to take the risk outside our shells is the great abyss

Maybe one day, we say to ourselves then push the thought to an empty place Memories of people like dusty bookshelves there’s too much comfort in open space

An evening together blended in crowd a perfect setting to take a small chance A table full of people, the perfect shroud only tonight can we share a quick glance

The way our minds intrigue each other so bridging two souls but keeping the distance We niggle innocently, crush to and fro but never leave the path of least resistance

It’s a tragic beauty to adore unspoken as deep inside we know it’s too late For by now if neither our silence is broken this love we both carry, it bears no weight

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Chickenheads.

The truth is I am not independent when my favourite thing to do Is to earn my money and to spend it hanging out with people just like you

It’s a weakness and a strength it relies too much on others You cannot grow and learn yourself by living through your brothers

I’ve been let down too many times and I’ve let myself down too I cannot fathom in all these rhymes I’ll be happier than I was with you.

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Ground Control

A beautiful mind dealt a difficult hand the perpetual why this wasn't the plan her transient smile could kill a man this one would die just to understand autonomous drones leech forth in the grey volatile hormones all come out to play the depth is too much so the shallow recede just try to keep up in the end you will see another steeped friend a risky disconnection will all of this to end farewell the misconception like words to a sentence like a train on its track I have my repentance we can never go back.

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cRust

The rabbit hole shrinks into the abyss the falling clock thinks  no sense in all this

the impass is real Its time to decide  just which way to feel from the passenger side

the softness transpires  on nights when you’re lost  toss selfish desires try melting the frost

to leave a mind blank would to let you in more as you remain constant  with every last thought

if this isn’t real  a very long dream  you’re still the greatest ocean this ship sank to see

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Anchor.

Still chill here in the middle of the street no truck this time, just emotional beat.  Wish that fuck had struck a little more hard at least then only my skull would part.

More mistakes, more out of place  can’t even bring myself to save face tried and tested, through and through I’ll only ever be a burden to you

Even just worrying dismantles me so  all of the stress and all of the woe  Try and tell me to fucking let go  all I need, is the need to know

Brings you to tears and faces my fears I could literally be just a set of ears To listen and help, to have a few beers these are the prime, your wasted years.

I cannot possibly apologise enough you be the diamond, I am the rough.  Why you feel the need to ignore this stuff why you are doing, feeling.. so tough.

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Sheltercoaster.

The bad will come, the good will go it’s all about the ones you know  If the worst are around and situate don’t let them stay to deprecate

Let bygones be fuck offs let loose and take tips off Be kind and be smart  thats a real social art

Lay on the chill and leave people be can’t change the world without being squee Relax with the wind, all will be well the minds of the faux, only time shall quell

She might help sell sanctuary but she offers no guarantee So live yours as normal  and leave faith informal

The deep sparkle will fade  the dark nights are all made  Give time to make peace and end the friend lease.

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Chocolate Candy, Jesus Christ

I’m excited for the next time I get to spend my night with you You ask me if it’ll all be fine nothing has ever been more true. I spoke too much, too soon the same opened my heart, made a mistake. I’m here and I can hold the blame, a little less give, a little more take. The next time we’re out and about we’ll work just as we have before In me you should relinquish doubt I’ve never wanted anymore.

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Yellow Papers

That kind of talk is a bad idea, If nothing else that much is clear. A well oiled night has rid me of fear, it returns as now I remain sincere.

My thoughts have stayed inside a while a quiet melt behind a masking smile The state of a man in constant denial it’s about time I stop and stand trial.

Letting go is the main objective forgetting woes so retrospective. No one needs an emotional directive  I’m open now from a new perspective.

Made the same mistakes again  the issues now were issues then Turn the page and begin to mend I hope yours is the last mind I bend.