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i am afraid i’ll never do it that i’ll slip into mediocrity where even among the mediocre i’ll be considered in whispers as only okay that i’ll grow up gasping little lives maybe producing one or two myself who will shadow upwards like me who remained unfortunately ungrown i am afraid i’ll never do … Continue reading
it was loneliness that made me meet her though after unmade and meaty imploding from the indigestion of the inside i began to know true loneliness that only the stars long since dead in the sky know with their shining relentless still painful light * i have spent a lifetime trying to love the bits … Continue reading
i suppose there must be no god for all geniuses die and even his son could not escape his genius * i was someone just like wondering you thinking of summers of somebody of summing them into neat understanding forgetting that we do not remain we though we grow from rotting wearing worn us * … Continue reading
there must be kindness before there is death though often it is only found in the dying after of people remembering one of their own kind * what will come has not yet become so do not go before it’s gone * i suppose i am gifted to know your loving for i can see … Continue reading
the following is sloppy unraveling, but even a single curled thread is needed to make a blanket. * all poetry is falling to the ground for it is autumn where i call her hollow to tell that i was in love again budding anew feeling the warmth of someone’s sun and she said me too … Continue reading
how do all these people go on living against it all with it all for it all hungry to have tried and retired into more while becoming little lives of themselves where they wither into melted plastic shaped into a bullet burnt and stuck in a gun where they crumble spectacularly like a face to … Continue reading
the following aren’t very good, which makes me feel better. * they always leave but the way they left never goes away * heartbreak must be hereditary for i never knew my father and my mother says it would break my heart to know why * i have seen splayed organs from a suicide victim … Continue reading
i have things to do like yesterday and a week before that too but i was only sixteen or around there then adding to the clouds with a coughing chimney that will throat her till rain roars into this light life that i swear has no free will and if there is some it’s predetermined … Continue reading
can there be life after childhood because in cat years i’m already dead 24 and still stuck on the early stuff thinking i may have peaked when i was eight and on a hill with girls laughing at my joke about farts later gaggling about their anuses as starfish making me grow another limb but … Continue reading
even after the most beautiful moment there is still the ugliness of everyday to tackle and the night that suffocates the open wound of the sun in bloody vengeance with more wars on the horizon * slurping joy drunk at 11 alright gods my ass on the rail once more kneeling with wretchedness and myself … Continue reading
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