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PhillipKurtis
PhillipKurtis
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost
on a day to day basis there is not constant no consistency with the way I feel. So you can say that you know me but I'll tell you that you're wrong because hell, I don't even know me.
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
Things Change for Me
You hold desperately to the memories of your past, and they drag you back. I will not be dragged back with you.
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
Let Go
As day begets day begets day The hornier I get, the less I can wait.
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Involuntary Abstinence
It kills me not to be by her side not being able to cuddle her at night we'll be back together soon then we can swoon, swoon, swoon but until that long awaited night I'll hug your picture and hold on tight
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
Summer Intern
They said no pulse could match the pace of mine but our two souls beat in time
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Beats on Time
Nothing bleeds as fast as a broken heart's feeble beat.
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
Bleed Out Inside [10w]
Cut your teeth on gasoline, white lies, small death and saccharine. Hollow chests, empty smiles. thoughts and hearts will stop a while. Cold hands, cold hearts. we're dangerous children with poisonous darts.
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Good Poison
We live in cardboard castles and play games where we set ourselves on fire We stack our house of cards so we can try to catch the kings as we knock it down We wear armor made of spun glass and throw ourselves off of bridges just to watch it shatter We like to smile and pretend that we're okay and sometimes it even works.
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
Cardboard Can Burn
that running from our problems doesn't work on a circular track and hiding can't save us when everything is made of glass
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
Somehow We've All Forgotten
I turned away, and you were gone. left me like the ending to a decent song hanging in the silence. I prayed away, and you returned. I guess just to see how bright I burned In this hell you sent me to.
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
Returned Again