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the following is a trend that rends an end. * you are nothing more than a taped together collection of meat and bone and bliss and smiles and stars that passed into more than nothing found in you are you are you are * i cannot understand why i always walk away from horizons instead … Continue reading
at the end of the day you will have to feel some way so why not feel as though you can feel no more that you are spent and exhausted with yourself that you are at the end that you can only ask why why why and then again you go on again and again … Continue reading
the following is typical trash made worse by the fact i trashed the type. * summer recedes into the horizon and i am alone for even the leaves fall as flowers that eventually hide into the ground where i will wish to lay on greener pastures surrounded by others in the final empty barroom of … Continue reading
the following are a sneeze of words that might stick if you are sick enough and need healing. * i want to give you my all but all of it has been given to a different wantless you * don’t become those who made you come to be don’t * no one lives for all … Continue reading
i will admit that i am broken but at least i still took a walk this morning and saw a little bit of sun and listened to a coworker tell me about problems back home and rode the subway to the silence of strangers who could just be as sad as me if they look … Continue reading
kill softly with generosity so that when they come in the always that creeps ahead with their mouths in hungry lolls and eyes desolate in other yous and their knees dirty from prayer and the gardening afterwards when they still remain empty you will open your arms with a hug for all a hug that … Continue reading
you fear drowning but i am water that can create life that is it found there in your mouth in you in me making love to you by just being close to your flowing fire your smile that grows flowers in hopes of one day being under your nose and feeling home again * i … Continue reading
i do not know this ceiling which hides the rotting peach sky being eaten alive outside by bloodless clouds in a today that is tomorrow’s yesterday though it was no better then either even as others with empty mouths will butter praise on those days where there was no worry for the days that would … Continue reading
i am often no more but in between i spit life like a tree born from blood which will learn to claw into the sky for hungry breathless mouthfuls of growth that take away space with shadows that kill blindly and once old and forgotten by love’s initials will want to be cut down though … Continue reading
we didn’t get the chance to get we though i hope now gotten and done you find less gambles * i wish none of you were sad though i suppose then i would be sad for who would i write to and what happiness would i know having nothing more to wish for * this … Continue reading
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