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 i feel the crush of a distant love with no regard for these stars above i see your face, in everyone it brings me high my spirit dreams a... [read more] |
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feeling indifferent, thinking convicted, if not for you, then me, because things, somehow, got twisted, a self inflicted, loss of interest,... [read more] |
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ruby, you're a failure, maybe, you were meant for better things, this place was always unlike you, but without you, it would never be the... [read more] |
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hello, i am chris the disharmonious soul, i'm the bearer of burden and it hangs upon my wall, like a mockery. sensitivity, from one extreme... [read more] |
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On life, on aggression, on passive soul relations, on everyone around you, close enough to mention. a person, stands by a door on the thr... [read more] |
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this life and it's rhythm, like an invocation of my soul, with the power to move, and tempt, it's a romantic relation, to addiction, that fe... [read more] |
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can not wait til the sun goes down to pull my curtains closed shut the awful world away to curl up on my couch beneath my favorit... [read more] |
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express this heartfelt gift eventually the world will listen even if it's too late, to take notice i can live with it. sadness is a part of... [read more] |
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let's see, feeling destructive, another fucking poem, < more objective bullshit, > reflections of some sickness, indulging in illusion, the... [read more] |
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finding comfort, in something softer than me where eloquence betrays beauty, and all that exists, in this envy of sadness sits out in the op... [read more] |
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day after day, in these same conscious thoughts, stuck and disorganized, everything left, to the probability of chance, so now i see, thes... [read more] |
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green monkey, a soft rescue, my torn skull, scripted with the bold words, that grandma used to use, angels wings, so full of holes, blown th... [read more] |
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choose something. my darkness serves it's purpose, for only so long, how i love and miss you, my glorious color, my shade and song, in every... [read more] |
 by Jeph Johnson last night I crawled from underneath my sullen mood and staggered tipsy towards her end of the bar her ambiance sen... [read more] |
 I went to a party, that lasted all night, and when I got home, my parents were filled with fright. ~ "Where have you been?" they both said t... [read more] |