Wasting All Your Time

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I would love to be your muse

but I just leave you bruised

You want to help mend my wound

by first swatting away my pessimistic thoughts.

Flybots that never die

but rather return revenge by stinging your creative fingers.

I hope the swollen mounds that are left behind can be mined

for fuel to use on your little tool, the pencil.

I'd rather that than while trying to fix my frayed edges

you find yourself slipping off ledges.

Deeper and deeper until you're down with me.

With nothing but failure to breathe.

And nothing but retrospect to see.

We'd need something unattainable

and want nothing else except maybe the unspeakable

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I'm torn between wanting to be awake and to sleep

either way my mind is wired to make my body weep

I'm so uninspired that all I can write about is this depression 

so self-indulgent I identify with people of disease 

I listen to Regina Spektor in the hopes that I'll learn a lesson

on how to accept humanity and be spiritually at peace 

however I'm afraid I can't afford that new lease

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Maybe one day I'll be great at something

and the shit that I create now will be looked back on with reverence found through rose colored microscope

I lowly doubt it 

but at least it's a nice thought 

a cubic zirconium ring on the rotten finger of a dead run-away bride

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Imagine a home Where acoustics are perfect In everyone's room

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I know it's been thought up before,

but rib cages are aptly named

for the imprisoning way they frame 

the heart and all that pertains.

I can hardly stand the irony.

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Another year trapped in a snow globe

Mother Dearest Nature crassly flips.

Bubble of double toil and trouble

Infects warm touch by frost biting finger tips.

White washed world is a wicked beast

That lover’s fight with the heat of their hips.

They don’t notice that Jack Frost nips at your nose

Aiming to crack your lips.

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Emotional Limbo (rough rough draft)

In a state of emotional limbo

clouds in the distance, and a dead libido

a sluggish sadness seeps into your coffee grinds

and oppresses your  pick-me-up when inevitably spilling on your tie.

and so your tongue is too tired

to animate your voice

slow, low, and monotone

Daria with a choked intellect

if one could dissect 

the bile in your mind

perhaps they'd find

your partial paralysis

and chemical imbalance

is caused by clots of plastic flakes

that mimicked snow in a globe

you broke as a child,

in anger at your youth

and how it was the reason you were disenfranchised

one might surmise

the condition behind your eyes

is your punishment

for taking your childhood for granted 

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12 Apostles around a table around a fable and 1 is guilty

12 inmates on death row under control and one is innocent

Both groups would agree on one simple fact the best thing before sliced bread was the knife used to slice it with 

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Back when Adam and Eve were first conceived 

the sky was white

 the bottom of heaven in sight.

And as each gorged 

on the fruits of Paradise,

unaware of a demise they had forged,

their delighted sighs

colored the sky

a light blue.

But because each original pleasure

of God's failed endeavor 

no longer exists

the sky is gray discontent sighs

and the tornadoes are angry fists

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I Can't

On hot summer nights

my boy opens the window

and the wind causes you and I's rocking chair to sway.

This is now the only time it can stretch

it's wicker flesh, and so it creeks a sigh of relief.

I the find myself growing angry

at an inanimate object

for breathing like I can't.

Looking past the past.

I can't.

Jealousy becomes me when

it dares to move

without you.

I can't.

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Car Console Quiet

In the car the silence hangs

suspended above the console

as a wall between our brains.

I feel discomfort needle between my eyes

until a head ache is sown.

A physical symptom manifested from the the fear of the tie

between you and I

that is uncharted and new.

I fear for it's life,

specifically that this silence will build,

overdosing our courtship,

until it up and dies.

But I am too chicken to dispose of the heroin.

And so while absurd images of crack pipes and needles fill my mind,

your fingers lace with mine.

And while our eyes don't meet like in the movies,

(because turning away from the road would be dangerous)

I find that gestures,

small as a grain of rice

can sustain a stomach with time. 

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Underdog Generation

We think in seconds

and live in minutes

so how do the years go by?

We tunnel through life 

as slime sweating worms

until the rain of time

either drowns us or forces us into the sun to dry.

Or be eaten by birds

born from such rain 

who can always see a step ahead

when painted in the sky.

We are the underdog generation

so the best chance we have

is to keep time in mind

(unlike those before us)

and learn to fly.

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glove

hands work their way up

the ladder of my ribcage

sifting through blood and breathing lungs

they wrap around the pulsating ball of flesh

that I detest

fingers curl and slice smile shaped slits

to root themselves in,

so they can wear my heart as a glove

frostbite muzzled by love

but the second winter is over

is the same second fingers melt into claws

that  rip and retract desperately

as though my arteries formed a snare

when the beast finally gets free

I am the one trapped by ten bloody holes

plus a Swiss cheese chest

and people wonder why I'm such a mess

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Humanity (coffee house stand up poem assignment)

My body it a little bitch.

My brain is the dirty old billionaire

to my gold-digging girl.

He takes care of me, sure,

keeps everything functioning

with fluids and electric flare.

But not without the cost

of his perverted release

through nightmares, dreams,

and actual thoughts.

When that wrinkly old

bastard dies I’m going to

install a swimming pool

in my skull (his bedroom)

and piss in it as a cowardice

form of revenge, that is washed

away with chlorine and missing

memories.

Speaking of bodily functions,

my belly can drive off a cliff with

the company of my organs.

Like Thelma and Louise.

It feels to me like they already have

and are tumbling over rocks

in Japan. Only with the pain

I’m pretty sure the nuclear plants

of my stomach have already exploded;

radiation running through my bowels.

My antibodies must take so many

coffee breaks, it’s like they don’t

even exist. Ain’t nobodies

The worst mofo of all is my soul.

It’s too much of a coward like God

to prove itself so I’m left worrying

and wondering if it is my brain’s virtuous

adopted daughter corrupted by Mr. Mind’s

selfishness or if it’s just an illusion

we contrived to make us

feel immortal and intitled to

the world we destroy.

Unfortunately all these things

are vital to my being.

So maybe I’m better off

not being at all.

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Electric Chair Shares

A wet sponge moistens

my metal mouth, prepares

me to steal from

another stripped man.

I am the greatest thief

for I take the most

one human can have;

A chance at redemption

charred away like the

brains, restrained in

my grip.

Still I do not

judge those who

I fry, because

it's redundant and

useless to look down

upon men destined to die.

So my wooden frame contains

the last moments

of the damned.