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Words
Soliloquy
A word I hoped would mean to me
The gift of understood memories
To cherish,
to relive,
To be Free.
To remember without my chest asunder
To recall without the sting of thunder
To be.
Three shots at trying happy with me.
Two wasted opportunities
But redemption in an act of carefree
Effortless poetry
Damned and danced along by fingers
On a tiny screen
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a day off in zip codes freshly remembered
Without distraction and paired with a lack of direction
In the absence of thoughts of self-immolation
or calculating the splash radius of an acme anvil drop
I find it difficult to spend time with my time off.
I want to write like I don't miss writing anymore.
Still I find myself at the keyboard, and that is progress.
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Bus fare and public library computers
What are two things that show you're on vacation or rebooting your life?
Wouldn't it be just shy of lovely if it were the first option though?
Ten minutes on the countdown timer before the computer I rented at the local library in a town I never liked expires. I placed myself in this seat with the intent of printing my resume and applying for jobs ( Read more... ) -
"kid midwest : a collection of emo from april onward."
Can't stop writing and need to process, but feel the need to share too.
This post may go private but I want it in the livejournal archive of emo.
"Why'd I do that?"
Do you remember when we ran away?
We skipped the miles like stones on unbroken Midwestern lakes.
What were we running from?
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(Untitled)
If I had a guitar it would sit lonely
All covered in my dust and shame
It would wish to sing so many strings
She'd probably even have a name
Even if I did it would be sad
To consider all the songs it never had
The pleasure of bringing out of my head
Cuz at the end of the day, it'd still be mine
Neglected, never given the time.
To just play.
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Phone time.
Today is a good day.
Ten days no suicidal ideation for the first time in as many years. That is worth celebrating with a free writing exercise.
Tuesdays have their hurt, but at least my eyes aren't swimming and my heads not spinning.
Turns out it takes a lot of work to dig out this much wreckage.
Here I sit, connected to the guest wifi during one of my ( Read more... ) -
Casino Emails
You never had the best of luck Sometimes I did but why the fuck,
am I still receiving these emails?
I played the games with you.
We never tried to hurt or harm.
I got free Mountain Dew,
Still say its more fun to pull the arm.
Odds against us anyways;
Never wanted to raise the stakes
On the hit or miss of table games
I never aimed to call your bluff
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What started as a blip of inspiration...
...Ended up as a game of hide and go password for half an hour with a dead email account. Now having finally stormed the gates and hit the text field running, I find my muse already away.
What little boils in the tank will plant the flag. This can stand as the time stamped tag on the wall from my walk down memory lane.
Cheers! -
Here we are, keys at the ready and sun high in the sky. Something is not right here...
It's not that the mind's over flowing, surely it's been over a high boil for some time now. Perhaps the heart's been on empty since departing at Gate A11. Maybe it's that your whole chest is reeling from far too long without a superficial fix of greens at the ready. Sobriety, denial, caffeine, and uncertainty are some serious drugs ( Read more... ) -
"Baby you were my picket fence..."
I miss missing you now and then.