Too much Too much Too much
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Anxiety stands over me, looking down at false mistakes
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Too much Too much Too much
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I look up with pride in my eyes, I'm free of sin you ****
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Too much Too much Too much
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Subtract that value, they don't care, nor will I.
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Too much Too much Too much
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:57 AM UTC
They all seem to hate me,
I feel the stares, I hear the jokes,
Is it me?
Or them?
Or you?
I know I am new, and maybe that is it,
but such anxiety over something so small is new,
and old but I thought I had overcome the past.
Maybe I should ask...
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
Does position matter when neither place holds value,
when you're not supposed to care yet you still fall into the wrong place,
or when all others see you moving down, and so do you, but you're happy.
For now.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC
"Sometimes you need to ask yourself: what do I need to do to get a ******* today? Or at least soon ya know? Of course you don't want a looker, that is bad for the environment & you ( also doesn't look too good on the resume). I have failed to find any legit strats- except maybe going into **** or a legitimate relationship. But it doesn't pay well and the other is a lot of work. What to do?"
- d.m.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
Loose that inspiration,
off like a gun,
POW!!
These rounds may miss, but the recoil is the goal,
free that pent up energy, just reach flux once again.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
She seems to care, is my greedy ideology,
We see through fair, its by fleeting ecology,
a balance between organisms, but how can you balance on a pinpoint with no end?
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
I ignore all warnings,
to fulfill the burning hole
in my chest, in my throat, in my head,
Like a net I am everywhere, yet all falls through.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
A chest pounding
My blood pumping
Why not look down
for fear of falling
why is it here
to torture me
free time is null
risk of the frisk
got it for her
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:22 AM UTC
I don't exactly know what it is,
I've forgotten my bug spray, but we keep walking.
Waking dreams and warnings a many
lead me forwards even with foreshadowing hell.
"Are you ---- ------?"
- "I'm not sure" -
- "No" -
' ' N O ? ' '
What have I gotten myself into...
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
Across the river dances a hurricane of leaves,
flitting back and forth, through one another...
I look left to meet a feast of my closest acquaintances,
some stare as if asked the unanswerable,
others rest in this muddy gold...
Behind me lies a world of in-continuities,
alien life and the holy depths of impossibility...
A west facing path leads my mind to run off,
the wind flows between my reality, yet stops at the grass.
Too much? No, or is it? Such a greedy joy I am, a blank slate in a tub of ink, when I come out, all that's left is a memory of infinite heaven on a tiny beach.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC