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I’ve started writing again

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In Memoriam

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Ángel Zárraga, Votive Offering (St. Sebastian), 1911

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Placing to rest

There’s an unsettled feeling in my heart From all the people who’ve hurt me To the one’s who been loyal to the end Forming sentences and choosing words To delineate the emotion that won’t leave Maybe it’s meant to teach me something Be it humility or to never take myself seriously I’m not gullible to the ones I don’t need in my life Ones who maliciously looked to put me down Loved ones who held me up in my darkest hours A kiss for a fond farewell to what needs to be put to rest I don’t need these memories weighing on my being Because there is a positivity that awaits me It’s telling me to begin being happy Let’s the worries from yesterday fade into the night The present is for my taking

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“I’m not broken Just healing”

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I need to find the peace that brought calm before The peace that brought careless freedoms from naysayers It had a comfort that made me cry A solace warmth of finer proportioned stories Found higher storied affairs that built up strength Fought hard for loyalties that weren’t fickle Masked my integrity as disgrace for those less deserving Forgive these fools as they prey on the weak and continually batter the poor souled I’d Like to think they are meant for the worse and awaiting a death not brought on by mortality But by a death they will never comprehend until they are in their last years

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Bow down to my peach cobbler!

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Yearning fools

For instances that hadn’t explanations We’ve uncovered chests of ache Palms of disgrace And songs of heaven Determined to play a foul for disgrace Loyalty didn’t change As the absence of charity lessened Forsake the beloved and held the wicked It was a mask of sanity that bared the weight And all the helpless fools yearning for its love

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Let's go Cubs!

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Do you listen to Depeche Mode

I do, big Martin Gore fan! What’s your favorite album/(s)?

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Oh gosh that's a good question. I can attribute almost every album to a certain part of my life. Violator and Song of Faith & Devotion are my top/go to albums. And you?

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all that loves was born here

i’d clasp these broken menacing fears to have been deluged on brink ledges winters end is easily my savior it was forgiving this time around nothing mended to hand contempt marched on through sidewalks tripped entered doors sulkily wishing a quick exit i found lights shined maybe led a way different from a last time around to now comfort isn’t found here neither does life makeshift magnificence isn’t the heart that sees squeaky wooden floors alarming a wake its absolute warming feel of happiness’ sake storied endings don’t sum up casual undoings forego the small failures that have led you lost all that matters, all that loves, was born here

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One of these days

I'll wake up before 10am, sit at my counter, drink my coffee and write something great

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dead

maybe you thought of me dead it was easy to bare thinking it i’m not around to haunt your blessings forego this pain we’ve dealt with repeatedly masked by your forward undoings I laugh hysterically at what you’ve done how you’ve wronged so much and taken more where we tore down what we built up the strongest is known and the coward shines saddened of what you really are, you always were hope is the chest that pain is put away in mine was destroyed when you stopped lying  it made me look around at what I had to rebuild from dark matter to oncoming angelic kissed whispers truth was covered and draped onto me willfully splendor it has given and has replaced the poison but without actions recourse some would stray certain I never needed, I did well without it made me a better person at its end this is why you always hated me its why you wished me dead

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I am sitting in this drivers seat debating where to go with a heavy heart combined with bourbon feeling the setting of love and failure in life fingers spread for a ready set stance at chance guiding so slightly towards the maturity needed warming my chest and easing down my throat eyes are watered down for the tears I'm fighting kissing a death not foregoing as thought winters breath giving a new life to discover fills the needed discourse of what was meant to be to the threads of the alternative I've always lived i'd give a plenty a fuck towards an unneeded hoarse voice but my words carry further than a pelicaned tale for this love has carried on the untold it readies a stop around a cold weathered front where light colored eyes and full pouted lips question treats me to an emotional hug and look discovered where angst was cheaper than therapy my arms are crossed at will where no one helps to where I wish death to bring comfort from the many beatings I've taken until now this is the conclusion of things where negative has shined upon the dark fills the needed hope despair has occupied this could be me last prose as to it pertains keeps love in your heart and hurt away family is first and everything else is last