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She sat behind me in that class with the professor who said ‘Mise en scene,’ and she read Whitman’s Vigil Poem, and laid me down to rest like some drummer child in the American Civil War, months later on when we texted she said “Fight it” fight the edge, the laughter alacrity for ding dongs, I speak in tongues, because what else would I speak in? #illustration #inkdrawing #poem #poems #waltwhitman (at Englewood, New Jersey) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxd5fAUnzAs/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=afuyul0356vy

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Facebook Sucks: That’s the Title of This Poem Even Though It Has Nothing to  Do With Facebook

I like listening to Kimya Dawson songs at 12:08am when the woman who I went on one date says that she's not interested in me anymore, 

as if she ever was interested, as if I'll be alone forever, and everyone is either looking for a serious relationship or not

a relationship at all, but I'm looking for that weird in between where you're exclusive but you're not putting labels on anything,

and maybe that makes me a douche, but I don't think I'm serious enough to take a relationship seriously, but seriously

if I found someone who I didn't want to lose then I'd do all that weird relationship shit for a while at least until I got sick

of it and closed myself off to the world because it's safer in my mind then it is doing wall jumps in a parkour improv 

scene and i hope i didn't damage the wall but it was worth it because I got surprised reactions from people.

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Shock Value

I smell bad Like falafel Bissli The worst type of Bissli I don’t know why I ever

Ate that crap but I still Eat a lot of crap, she texts Me the day after I ask her out Saying that she doesn’t want to

Shock me with the fact that she’s Overweight, and I respond with I Don’t want to surprise her that I’m a dishwasher

And she texts me the night before We meet up saying that she’s drunk And then a few minutes later goes to sleep

But she still types in full sentences and With good grammar, and the next Day she looks pissed when we meet And calls me sir and we talked for an hour About drugs and work and Star Wars and Tinder and high school and how

We have similar genetics, but we Leave and she initiates a hug and We walk separate ways because it Was an awkward first date, there Weren’t any sparks, she just looked bored And tired and resigned, like she was waiting for something from me that I Couldn’t deliver,

she said ‘tell me something’ and I just had a million questions and she had a million answers,

Her gay neighbor friend stole her guitar And her best friend fought with her on birthright, and George Lucas is a terrible director, which to an extent I agree with he trusts his scripts and his special effects more than his actors,

like I trust my Brain to take the quickest train to Crazy town, the express route when I should be taking the local so says

The improv teacher, in scenes we're supposed to take the local

But I ask her if she wants to meet again And she says that it didn’t seem like I Was interested but she’s down, so maybe

Well go and see a movie next week and maybe it will be nice or maybe we’ll both be ambivalent again and never speak again, or most probably

she’ll cancel on me before we can meet, but what I know for sure is that I’m going to obsess over this for the next week.

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“Cynicism isn’t wisdom it’s a lazy way to say that you’ve been burned”

Nana Grizol. Ruth. Cynicism

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summer days

Watching woodstock

documentaries with your mom

summer days skateboarding

to your house and wiping out

and bleeding into your couch.

[whatispoppunk]

Not everything’s always your fault, Life’s not always simple. You don’t have to hate yourself.

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Meyers Briggs

I feel like people who

Quote the Meyers-Briggs

Quiz results

On their dating profiles

Might actually be robots

Who use the quiz as a

Starting point for

A programmed

Personality.

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Moment 1

That moment

When I’m the only

One laughing at a comedy

Show when a guy says

That he went to jail for

A night for possession

Of marijuana, but was too

Stoned to really register the

Experience

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Spirit

The study is haunted,

They say, by the ghost

Of my step mother’s husband

Who died of cancer in the

House, they still see him

Sometimes his spirit is still here

I can feel his spirit when I’m

Alone and the house is dark

They say they see him sitting in

The study where he used to sit

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This poem is sponsored by Netflix and ginger ale and those cool spring days that are sixty degrees and feel like rain that never happens.

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Haiku 25

The machine at work has reached nearly 10,000 cycles in eight months.

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Haiku 24

Afterimage of black and white photograph that plays behind my eyes

[ericscissorhands]

“The Kubrick Stare, sometimes referred to as the Kubrick Glare, is a common camera shot of an actor in most of Stanley Kubrick’s films. The Kubrick Glare has been called the “heavy-browed look of insanity”. It symbolizes that the character in question is either really, really pissed or really becoming deranged, and the person they’re looking at is really, really screwed. Other times—usually when combined with a smile—it means they’re feeling really, really clever. Either way, it’s really creepy and ominous.”

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@chrisgethard doing the Kubrick stare

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Work was cancelled because of 

the snow so I drank a coffee and

played some songs on periscope 

for an hour and looked back to see 

which song had the most viewers, 

and the most viewers was when

 I was tuning my guitar

 so next time i'm just going

 to tune my guitar for an hour

 and call it a day.

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Table Nineteen but they’re all Snapchat owls

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Well she didn’t show up

I guess I didn’t expect

Her to we were supposed

To go to an open mic but

My dr told me that I might

Have on nodules on my

Thyroid so I decided that it

Might be best if I just skipped

On the singing thing and I

Called to tell her and somehow

Couldn’t explain myself well

And she felt like I was cancelling

On her so we agreed to go to a bar in

The city

But she texted me two hours before

Saying that she’d be a half hour late

And then she didn’t show

So I sat there on my own

Without ordering anything for a good

20 minutes until i decided to just leave

And go to Starbucks and get back

Onto the bus to New Jersey and

On the way back I ran into

A friend from high school who

Is working in Brooklyn and married

With a son and we spoke for the entire

Bus ride about how he doesn’t smoke

Weed anymore and his trip to Norway

And Israel and how my step mom

Is going to have an 100 person seder

This year, then we said good bye,

A day later I googled the person who

Who I was supposed to meet at the

Bar in

New York City, but all that I learned

Is that she used to live in Montclair

I guess that makes me a little bit creepy

But at least I show up when I say I’m

Going to.