

Something About MeThis confidence, Good riddance fed with littles infatuations of imagination, And I wonder, what frames may be misplaced with what is righteous and injustice, I feel no sympathy between the two, The intoxication means that I am neither and both.Something About Me
But you gotta spend some time with me, Realize that I am either, that I am the epitome of ending Beauty, is a place to be unreached. And reality is a destination to be escaped. What life is this? A mask, fake facade, that I feel yet woe that is dismayed, I am beyond that, in stars and songs, Projected in hearts and wrongs, &


Titles Don't Matter"They kill what they love."Titles Don't Matter
The reek or earth, mulch, and media newspaper, And always reaching for what is left of moments. To rasp a violin bow against your skin
As if to pour sound into the still air. And all the people you knew, were the flowers. All the places you go, are in film strips Strapped to some grand light, bright enough to project some life, On a screen that you'll never feel.
"There is no tomorrow" "Thank You" "The End"


AppreciateThe world is waking Birds, leap from their treesAppreciate
Falling through distant winds To ride their life
On wings.
Little boys and girls Giggle fit themselves
In buses that hover over The streets, Gleaming with aspiration Sliding over the ugly earth.
They chase themselves Into recess fields Swinging on ignorance Learning about knowledge Growing into pain.
Seeking no form or flutter Grand parents pull down Their reading glasses Enough to glance up At what used to be.
What may never be. &nbs


AnhedoniaI'm on a high I'm on a high there's nothing more to it we are the sea and the sky and the blue that runs through it, yeahAnhedonia
And there are some who say there are so many things I need
So I run or I fight and I crawl or I scream and I bleed I bleed I bleed
I really don't know what to say anymore.
Whether I should hide my words and reasonings in stories and poetry, or just be blunt and like life itself.
I've been caught in an alternative reality for possibly my entire life.
My dreams, are my life, my wants and
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so chaw. HELLO!!!
I enjoy changing my names, for some odd reason.
I've missed you and your delightful poetry, sir.
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keep it up
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I blame the schools.
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I want to find the great equalizer.
and i would much appreciate your opinion on some stuff i just wrote, because you are so talented.
and im not.
haha.
at least i dont think i am.
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+Cuz I spent the night [d a n c i n g], I'm [d r u n k] I suppose+
+This night Walk the [d e a d] In the solitary style and crash the Cemetery [g a t e s]+
+All the problems make me wanna go. Like a [b a d]
girl straight to [v i d e o]+
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<vivus> sister christian oh the time has come
<vivus> and you know you're not the only one
<vivus> to say
<vivus> okay
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Hello my first name is Distance and I really don't care if I never wake up again.
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This is going to sound weird, but the shape of your cheeks -- the curve of your face -- is like my ex-boyfriend's. I saw your picture and thought, "Oh!"
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found religion inside myself
i drank the blood, the flesh was stale
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