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inviting yourself softly over the phone showing up almost unannounced you came overshadowed in green some dirty shoes and empty cheeks in winter you came around always asking the same old things you came overexposed in yellow some distant afterglow in many summers past never finding your fill you came overdressed in red some victimless friend you came undone falling into oblivion
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[14 Nov 2009|07:45pm] |
no scores or teams like it was before like it will be in the end without meaning there is no escaping that sinking feeling
meet me later and we'll play before class after lunch in the gym by the doors on the sidewalk by the trees on the asphalt by the wall in the hallway there they stood empty faces and empty hearts on the court by the slide at the benches on the hill in the fields on the grass running scared running fast meet me later and we'll play
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| healing eyes |
[06 Nov 2009|04:04pm] |
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willing to adapt to save myself what you see is what you want a bag of Better Made potato chips and a wet paper plate motivated yes a decade of difference second quickest to the mouth
with empty ears and a long tongue fear to the gills you spit like teeth clamped gums glued and rubber stamped, express yes sir you can sure cut too, the deepest the antiseptic white is smooth more impressed than hurt let me tell you like blind art and dirty little thieves never learning to leave a mark worth having
willing to adapt to save yourself what you want is what you see a million frozen lakes and a plastic bag symphony fearful no a difference a decade makes second quickest to the mouth
in empty ears and broken hygiene bitter to the cheeks you bit at the seams teeth yellowed and bloody i confess yes sir you can sure cut too, the cleanest that antiseptic white in you more impressed than hurt i breathe deep
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[21 Oct 2009|09:09pm] |
your worst fears are mine too idly throwing peels seems less likely in each new assumption a stitch is born feeling stuck in my eyes took a-hold of me catching fireflies these smiles are mine in passing in subways in stores inside of me can't drag a bottomless ocean can't change yourself much less the stars
emptied in the backseat falling asleep is there time left to catch a show is there time left to eat how many miles to go minute to minutes i have patients wrapped around my wrist pulling at my fingertips all the way home
your worst fears are mine too blatantly spreading bad ideas in every one room apartment there's no escape feeling stole in my shoes taken by time catching fireflies these horns can't be mine in passing in streets in halls inside of me can't pass up a good thing can't change yourself much less a dream
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[19 Oct 2009|01:59pm] |
stones in the night worried you can't sleep you fish bowl pressing your face to insecurity hands look dangerous and soft the actions changed but the sounds the same can't chew your tongue completely off gotta give up that glass house heavy fists and broken dreams lead the way back full of breadcrumbs in the night you'd been caught with fistfuls
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[18 Oct 2009|01:06pm] |
waiting for an arrow with your eyes sewn shut you dig, you dig deep enough searching for that ultimate cover underground using every inch of touch
holding on to that loud noise you feel that fold off using your teeth like a grindstone you choose not to talk
in attics they once said in stones i might be confused but you seem angry this really isn't happening dirty words spread across my bones
weak with envy hands shake fingers quiver under the stress on a holiday i am getting tired of holding my breath
keeps me spinning back to fists haven't seen a moth since this spring with a light like this no excuses can't catch a god damn thing
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[21 Sep 2009|09:13am] |
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in my worst dreams a personal shopper with ugly teeth a self righteous spell and speak i've got lines on the mind wondering why complications, when you leave i wait and stare i wait i wait and see out of body out shaking my legs this time standing up against a wall ready to strike a pose like a box full of matches i burn i burn and scream some dirty rat some self righteous spell and speak you've got me spinning in my seat you've got me standing still thinking you've got nothing on me chalked up to that talk being cheap
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[07 Sep 2009|09:38pm] |
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i feel uneasy when i miss my ribs from school and you golden stairs i never saw but everything is misunderstood my apathy has turned into a standstill i can't stand i feel unsteady when i miss my dreams and sleepy eyes better than me i know its true but everything is misunderstood my stomach feels empty my ribs from school and you
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[24 Jul 2009|12:41pm] |
with his perfect one song soundtrack he makes you move your bodies like snow that makes your mind weak cute is a relative term been more concerned about points no blood stain could keep me from changing, seats
i smell ammonia i smell bleach we're all a dead laughed at surprise party temple grounds with slaughterhouse sounds i cant help but keep it to myself all the tricks all the traps i've found myself sick i smell ammonia i smell bleach it's hard to distinguish the calm and storm over exposed and confused even without this suit i've kept my teeth
but its for that sound that feeling for some twisted exercise a new morning has come a new morning of hope
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[23 Apr 2009|11:44am] |
you seem bitter at the fact you've been wasting time voluntarily institutionalized
he said to me it would be a tireless act so i gain my education through these hitching thumbs i am not myself i am not my past a couple of fast track papers all you've become
s-t-a-t-u-s
i am, i am sad. we do not seem to know each other anymore anymore than we used to but still i feel attached i feel connected to some part of you, you must've felt like that
all of you would seem reckless, the best of fun but now i am the only one to nurture my subversive acts thanks for the listen and planetarium visits but for the best this is a war of attrition
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[12 Apr 2009|07:30pm] |
was this a dream or did she say to me something something something steaks spitting skin from my bottom lip done pretending to sleep i wake
i'm just a sperm howling and i know i will be peeling this dead skin for weeks wavering for days i stop in the flames pressing hard not to forget i'm feeling i'm feeling, less and less i see of you
.i am scared for life
bit by bit i pull up from my scattered face bit by bit, bit by bit, bit by bit was this all a dream or did she say to me something something something stinks spilling guts all over my queen done pretending with eyes wide shut
i'm just a sperm howling and i know i will be keeping myself up at night i'm just a sperm howling and i know bit by bit, bit by bit aint shit bit by bit, bit by bit
.i am scared for life
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| one hand all fingers |
[03 Mar 2009|09:41pm] |
destroyed you, in an empty field littered along with circuitry you slept leaving you friendless made me feel ashamed but then again we've all been used counting on wet coal to carry me through leaning on broken stoves to light the way across old piano keys waiting to collect dusty broken fingers our equivalent exchange I left just as you did
destroyed you, in an empty field left alone with scattered parts you stole destroyed you, in an empty field littered along with circuitry you slept all alone in a room filled with dust it becomes a mystery when you're gone destroyed you, in a empty room again and again over and over again destroyed you, in an empty head
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[17 Feb 2009|11:03am] |
i wish i could steal from you going unnoticed been home for too long to be like i told you so so interested in less i regress paying my way almost everywhere i wish i could feel like you accepting such shit falls
a better hand could of reached to tear at your strings making me worry about the weather cause you couldn't see i was trying my hardest not to talk about you and me
deserting you against yours with such familiar traits an infecting environment built on frozen steps it was less than heroic to change your face
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[05 Jan 2009|04:10pm] |
eyes water mouth wide yawn stretching every cotton seam reaching up or out to grip a forgetful surrounding scene she can't but remembers fast past noon fastened slow some assembly required if you're missing control we're dead in the back race the physics of soft nothing is left but last
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[04 Jan 2009|03:07pm] |
a future first under snow i miss those legs stripped of skin locked in place the work of ghosts shoulder stood shake and shine breathless bit contortionist empty work shirts collecting dead skin ready worn feet cant recall what matters caught thinking about my missing teeth waiting to rot in this snow corpsed i tow dust
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[22 Dec 2008|05:13pm] |
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i knew you'd always look good with long hair such big cheeks all counts on this next active reload you're mine dirty n worn blue screams
in my higher learning i've seen educators as children in my venture across baron lands carpet bagging along i've broke down for nostalgia and ruined eggs i've broke up anything just to practice my sleight of hand
i have had two days behind a closed door and shaded windows, wondering caught up in too much shade, i've neglected so much.
i knew you'd always look good built just yesterday all counts on this next active reload you're mine dirty syntax n broken blue dreams
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[13 Dec 2008|03:33pm] |
a project of swallowed ash slender she was slender yes she coward beneath her own shadow control i really lost
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[06 Dec 2008|11:21am] |
sinus pressure worsening, ground up halls in a straw my next attempts will surely be more severe considering all outlooks fucking moons gone cynical unable to breathedeep with such mortality
the balance swings on a kite string pulling me straight injected menthol couldn't reach me in full bass climbing up the walls couldn't touch the ceiling
sinus pressure nears deaf, diluted salt bumps blow me up my last attempts were no where near effective enough considering all science fucking moons gone cynical unable to breathedeep with such dead cogery
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[25 Nov 2008|07:33pm] |
I remember losing my lighter and you your innocence on that couch that sits in the basement disorderly behavior ramparts in rooms hiding and looking for clues always ending up confronting you it was all so disposable that lighter and you
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