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Her Pain

It hurt a lot

 Again and Again

  And now she’s afraid

    to walk

  so she crawls

  to the earth’s core

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Here comes Mother Nature

That green eyed slut

The clergyman

Writing for his widowed queen

All his virgin symphonies

For the mad one eyed king

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Oh caress me light of darkness, shall your shine and candor illuminate the rain flowing from our eyes. Oh virgin ore how shall your springs stay slinging rock of candy, candle night lunatics, false lash lashes. Burrow my heart in your short sleeve, let me eat with fickle fork machines cradled in fake false horizons. Broken moon, silver whore, let thy teeth sink into mine

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They took advantage of your sadness Spilled your blood like a broken vase Took you by the hand till you could no longer stand /

The integrity that surrounds you and me Dont you understand? This is the master plan

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Love song

I know that you've heard this ten trillion times before

But I'm here to say I love you evermore Sounds to caress that halo in your breast Words to ease that longing while you rest

I swear you will be mine

Your eyes kiss wet Mercury from Venus and Mars / Your lips taste of lavender, peaches, and a mars bar / Poptarts wish they were as fly as you Ghosts are scared of all the ways you move

Oh and I love you I love you love you love you It must be what I was born to do

I know you've heard all this many marijuana trees before But your beautiful babe it's true However that's not all there is to someone as magnetic, as radiant, as you Ps I love you

Your words are like poetry from another time You cute ass laugh is like rain dance in July Your name reminds me of the good times we once had / But that ass sends me back to our decades in France

Fuck I don't know what to do / Cuz I don't want nobody but you, My baby blue

Shalalalala

I know you've heard this all before And I know you know we know I love you

Yup baby I love you

Little bird, little bird, come back home

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You wanna know my fears! You wanna know what scares me you fuck?

LOGOS - THE EARLY YEARS

The rope inside

I don't know why I called Trying to reach the other side A kiss so sweetened The bitter had been siphoned As my hand grabs a bottle I take comfort in the way the sun says hello

The signs circles I had drawn had washed away A new wave had replace the space known as me A rock tumbles in the distant darkness

I climbed the rope inside It burned me alive Don't leave me outside But burn me alive

She said to let the heat take me out She was soft and kind and shallow and smart You drank it until You turned blue Reminding myself, to forget you

She made my hand lose itself In all the flames As the bottles became burdens The smothered her shoulders And lost myself in her

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This is the story of a boy and a girl. This is the story of what could have been.

Commitment means never giving up, despite the opposition, despite the fear, despite the outcome. Commitment means never giving into the conformity that don’t allow you to embrace individuality. Commitment is to stick to your word, to try new things, and to never abandon

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There’s emptiness

There’s emptiness, nothing is there. It’s just a giant star slowly imploding on itself. I am in the center of said star. I am the reason for its destruction. As I stare into the abyss I find myself thinking back about my life. Thinking about how every decision has led me here. I find something in that star. I find myself yanking something sliperry and ripe. As I pull and pull, something comes undone. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same as I was but I continue trying. I’ll continue pulling on that rope. I’ll continue cutting that smoldering flesh. I’ll keep slashing into the very soul of pain. I’ll stare into the eyes of my dreams and achievments, the past and future, and I stab it into the chest. That is where I find myself at that moment. Pulling until I hear the yank of the skin. Everyone’s voices surround my head, everyone telling me to get stronger, but maybe I want to stay fragile. Maybe I don’t want to advance. Maybe I don’t want to move on. Maybe life for me is set on a path that is different than everyone else. Maybe my life is set on a windmill ride through pain and love concurrent against the tides. I am in the star again. It has become limp in my hands, I can still remember it’s beating heart. I remember when it was happy. I have become ashamed. I just wish people saw my life through my eyes, maybe then they’d understand. Maybe then I’d realize how maybe my life isn’t so bad. But how should I feel when I get a perfect view of the great lives of those around me while I have to keep enduring. Keep going, it’ll get better. When? When I find the perfect girl? When I