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Cut your grief to see its cancer displayed out infront of you and how starved it looks without you and how you scarred weightless bleeding don’t need it like it needs you * I loved us a lot but we died anyway * Sad is always especially when happy for it will be no more … Continue reading
The most important moment in my life was sitting down breathing watching people walk their dogs outside and writing this poem * There’s a desire for understanding without understanding that we don’t understand ourselves and the others who listen understand less about us and sometimes about themselves and that makes us understand ourselves less and … Continue reading
Fuck it all before it all fucks you by taking you to some place nice and high and important because you must be with an education that told you you could and a job that tells others they couldn’t and a family who you tell the coulds from the couldnts including you and what you’re … Continue reading
With her I am not any better but I am also no worse, which she would tell me is better and I would say worse because I disagree with her and then, when there is no then, I’d find out the best and worst without her * Though no man is an island a woman … Continue reading
I tried to find heaven by climbing up a mountain but I only found a place where trees don’t grow and people don’t either * Is everyone just sex embodied in a tie of you and I when we whelp and find beauty in the ugly things we do with our fingers which include this … Continue reading
There are too many people so it can be forgiven that I know none of them including myself who just found out how alone he was and worse yet how those people can be more alone than him and worst of all how his loneliness makes him want to do nothing about it about them for they … Continue reading
Reality is a man grasping at a straw when it’s actually a stick and from afar it’s nothing at all, both the man and the straw * No one sits besides me on a bus but I suppose it is my fault for not sitting beside someone else first, which is probably why no one … Continue reading
The land: a dalmatian of summer and shade soaked with green and imprints where giants used to step to carve out the land: bikers moan up the dried sea that’s turned to asphalt and neatly divided white lines with cars renewing the ancient roars that echo across the land: industry worn and inefficient punches of … Continue reading
Who are these people who am I each passing one another as a blurred, faint goodbye I want to last and to laugh and not limp but this is the end of a leg of a wimp who found out who he was when he was convinced he was nothing only to find out he … Continue reading
August is a Sunday where rain brings the smell of fall from the dwindle of dandelions and sunflowers and the tried and tired sunbathers who don’t go in because the water is too cold when they are just too warm and the day is almost over as the Mondays of September tumble in =
