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i don't remember much from high school
aside from the d***s
   chasing women
         lack of sleep

but i do recall
          learing about


  Civil War
             Minute Men

Always clothed
            Bags packed
      Ready to go


fighting in a war
                         (They'd probably never understand)

The BloodDeath


--------------------------never appealed to me

It was more of the
      Ability  to   continually   be         embracing
                                                   s p o n t i n a e t y

(no subject)
not sure if i stopped writing, or if i'm just taking a break...

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i drank the tears

of a

sickly angel

and glimpsed upon

a world in which

everyone had a chance

a magical place

where all were free

to laugh sing

cry and dance

regret was a word

they had to research

i never came first

we were all welcomed

the passengers

had nothing

negative to say

about anyone

or anyplace

especially those

locations to which

they had not yet visited

I bet her nipples taste like
day dreams


we, i...

always scream

for more



(no subject)
i need another drink
yet there's nothing left
save the vomit in the sink

so i think
that perhaps

i should call a cab

phone a taxi

to take me
away from this place

called right now

(no subject)
but yes of course
my stories
are dark and
a bit remorse

but that is not my fault

i did not get to vote for
my name
or place of birth

i cannot apologize if what i
have to say
or what life put me through
is too much for you

i cannot undo what
i had to go through

despite what you may think
i am more than happy
to be alive

i'm secretly dancing inside



(no subject)
there comes a time
in life

where we become

so sick of
that we do things

that don't even
make sense
like put splinters
into our wrists

(no subject)
at the edge of a broken bottle
we discover mismatched goals

misguided intentions

desires unmet


depleted bank accounts

spit spit spit it out

it's warm and flat
but they'll consume it
just the same

dancing slantedly
for a host of
blurry guests

we do our best
even if it's only
second or third best

(no subject)
Sometimes it rains
in the strangest of places

        (like my living room)

she said nothing
before taking a shower

i kissed the back of her neck
while she fell asleep


we are in our lives
we are alive
set nothing aside

save those things
which we would
rather not be
a part of

life is a joke
only if you find humor
in doing what
others expect of you

you of you
who will grow old

(i hope)

when you finally arrive
at the other side
of 'what if'

let you hold no regret in
your tender
life-aged hands