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The Somewhere: Bricks and Cement

Fuck.
Shit.
God Damnit.
Why can't you just look and see me?
Well.


I know you can. 
Kinda Sorta. 
You just don't stop.
You don't consider looking at cracks.


The old school walls are a burgundy color that no one finds interesting.


Maybe once in awhile.
For a brief second.
Someone.

She was new in school, I think. 
Never saw her before until sophmore year.
Pretty outgoing....

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Ringling Brothers

entry picture

Surround me.


An Idola, who deserves the persecution that comes with 
the eyes of a hungry audience.

 

The Lion greedily roars, depraved in hunger and gifted with I, the sacrafice.
Big Top mentality, the bigger the crowd the thirstier for bile, that drips into the cotton candy machine.

 

I have crossed my eyes with x's, until I could be accused of a clown's facade.


I've 


...

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sleep deprived teen angst. (aka, sad jumbled b/s i wrote after staying up all night)

things are getting bad again. things have been bad for awhile.

maybe im thinking too much, i mean, i havent slept in 24 hours

maybe it's just that video i watched on black holes getting to me

the thought that one day everything i know will just be sucked into one singularity and basically cease to exist

it's not really comforting...

things have been bad for awhile.

it's not so mu...

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Death Brought Us Closer

Death brings us closer #25

 

The only connection I truly had with this young man was the darkness that beholds us both,

He could speak with such talent and such words, you would think it was a bible oath,

This young, charming and daring man was a fighter,

However, all fights but come to an end,

In his case, it was the end, however, I will remember this, and I will defend,

Defe...

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am i selfish?

Note: there is some strong language in this. it's not too bad. it's not too excessive, either. one word in here twice, i think. and if you're wondering, yes, the colors mean something. and yes, im genuinely asking a question to you, the reader. and to the person this is about. but i pray he never reads or finds this. anyway, enjoy.

 

Am I selfish for wanting another hug? 

I handed you the...

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A Million Questions Unanswered

It's just another typical night out with the lads
the beers are flowing 
and shots are being downed
while shamelessly flirting with a hen party
enjoying a night on the town.

See that fella over there?
Aye that's the one
life and soul of the party
filling the air with banter and bravado
a proper man's man
tough as old boots he is.
Captain of his local rugby team
he's got hands like shov...

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In a forest clearing

entry picture

 

Witheringly he hung

like unpicked fruit

life strung him up

not far from his root

 

Others flourished

blooming they grew

opportunities nourished

for the fortunate few

 

That this was his end

beneath the bent tree

and I his one friend

tell me how can that be

 

He with such hope

that never found flight

who danced on a rope

and extinguished a ...

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Final Act

For the first girl I really loved ... long gone ...

____

Final Act

 

Brevity,

playing the fool

with time,

 

composes

his longest

soliloquy

 

in the actor's

dark asides.

Among the packed

 

stalls of eternity,

silence follows:

louder

 

than the aeons

of applause

life received.

 

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