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[eonsandechos]

Dream

"You're so hard on yourself"

I told them I'm tired of losing my sleep,

Silent and bleak,

Blackness and peace,

And it's not that I don't dream,

I do,

During the day,

with wide eyes and a weary face,

I used to say I don't dream, but I learned I do every time I'm awake.

[sing-no-more]

Juggie

Super late but whatever because this was supposed to be silly, so no one actually cares. 

you bitches get no summary, just read my masterpiece

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To Reginald, Juck was nearly perfect. He looked perfect, he smelled perfect, he tasted perfect, everything about him was perfect. Well, almost everything.

Juck had a problem, he was an alcoholic. Not in the traditional sense, for he never really care much for the taste, he was more interested in the alcohol itself. Its ingredients, formula, how it was made, the container it came in, and the drink itself.

Often Reginald would find Juck sitting in their living room, staring at a bottle of red wine or whiskey. Every now and then, Juck would take a small sip but he would always recoil from its taste.

All day and all night, for months on end, Juck would sit in the living room and stare at the alcohol, fueling his addiction to it.

As much as this did sound weird, yet unharmful, Reginald often found ways to complain and hate upon Juck’s strange interest.

“Honey,” Reginald often began, “Why must you constantly be with your alcohol, please find the time and do things with me. The alcohol will always be there, I might not.”   

“Ogg oog ga aog!” Was Juck’s often response. Juck didn’t seem to really care much about his relationship with Reginald. Reginald, on the other hand, was very caring and invested in their relationship. And that is where he drew the line.

“Juck, please spend some time with me, and not your alcohol. If we are going to be together then you have to do things with me.” Reginald said one morning, when Juck had refused to go out with him.

“Ga! Oga oog ga!” Juck yelled in protest.

“Juck! How dare you! I love you, but if you are not going to put an equal amount of work into out relationship as I am, then I can’t be with you!” Reginald ran to his room and began to pack his things. He slowly put his possessions into a suitcase, half expecting Juck to walk in and apologize. But that never happened.

Full of more anger, Reginald walked back into the living room to find Juck in the exact same place he had been before.

“Ok, this is it.” Reginald declared before walking to the door and leaving.

Outside, Reginald began to cry. He cried soft lilac flavored tears as he walked to his car and got in. The tears continued to flow despite him wiping them away. When he arrived home, Reginald locked himself in his room and sat in the corner, crying.

Back at Juck’s house, he was completely unfazed when Reginald left, he continued to stare at his bottles. Hours went by and before Juck realized it, it was midnight.

“Ogg goo ga ooga.” Juck decided as he walked up to his room. He got into bed and began to look around for Reginald.

“Ga?” He questioned, getting confused. He wanted Reginald next to him, like he was every night. He didn’t know where Reginald had gone, for he had not been paying attention much that day. Eventually he realized what had happened.

Juck looked over at a picture he had on his nightstand, it was the two of them at the zoo feeding a child to a gorilla named Harambe. Suddenly, Juck began to weep. Buckets of tears fell from Juck’s several eyes, his hands overflowing with salty tears.

Juck missed Reginald, is what he realized in that moment, not only that but he loved Reginald and the more he thought about it, the more he realized it was over and he would never be able to fix it.

[eonsandechos]

This vitality, pouring out of me, is vigorous and vicious,

Leaving wide eyed yet curious victims,

Seeking my vibe, such vicarious vixens,

And now we are in such precarious positions,

Counter measures, and corrective lenses,

Different can be dangerous, be mindful of your intuition,

We can be on the same page, but our books may be different,

[sing-no-more]

It’s like 50 words but it’s beautiful  -----------------------------------------------

“Ugggggggggggggggggggggggggg” Romeo groaned in detest, Elmer was asking too much of him. Did he really expect him to do such challenging tasks?

“EHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Elmer mocked. What he was asking of Romeo wasn’t even that hard, it was a simple task and he just wanted Romeo to help.

Okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy” Romeo sighed, he got up from the couch and took the garbage out.

[cashandjewelz-blog]

growing pains and staying composed through tests and trials is so shitty. i’ve lost so many friends this year and i get LONELY trying to find solace in knowing that most things at this age are temporary and growth comes from forward and upward movement but damn i’m frustrated. and lonely. and kinda sad.

[sugurshane]

some shit i wrote a while ago

niggas forget that I do rap shit

caught up in the ha shit

since I was a young bitch

sucking madd dick, on my smut shit

I was a lil porno star

battlin niggas from a far

activists with no bars

what the fuck you take me for

im openin these fucking doors

now im 27 got my money right and my mind right

but these fagget niggas got they pants tight

im like.......what the fuck

the scene is all fucked

like a drag queen with the fucked up tuck