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In my desperate throws towards illusions of choice I hate my eyes I hate my voice I know my thoughts They make no sound The pain creeps in A quiet noise The sense will be made The chained will be freed The prices will soar The market will bleed The blood will look red The people will lead The chains will return by their purchasing greed The irony is and the irony's not We're drinking their spit and we're ironing snot I'm everyone's nothing, but there's one thing I'm not I would say what it is but I think I don't remember

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Feb 27, 2025

Feb 27, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC

Fork in the Robe

In my desperate throws towards illusions of choice I hate my eyes I hate my voice I know my thoughts They make no sound The pain creeps in A quiet noise The sense will be made The chained will be freed The prices will soar The market will bleed The blood will look red The people will lead The chains will return by their purchasing greed The irony is and the irony's not We're drinking their spit and we're ironing snot I'm everyone's nothing, but there's one thing I'm not I would say what it is but I think I don't remember

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Her hand was on her heart My fingers curved on hers My mind was not relentless Her hesitation well deserved The strings and stones that cut her She’s a girl that knows a ruse My heart has been so broken I hardly sought the glue I give because that’s all I can do We must give to receive I disregard the ledge because we must leap to believe I trust she must be for me Her hand lay on my chest I see her like she’s naked With my hand upon her breast We see what we want to but what exactly must we see? When we fill our voids with people that fill their voids with being seen She tempts the gem within me She’s fought for what she’s gained A man is not the answer so consider me a train I ride my tracks through midnight Never stopping in the rain It’s why I am the man I am I feel she’s done the same I do not want to be boxed in I want to feel her like a fist Her eyes, they tell me loudly There’s a Ruby in the midst

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Apr 8, 2023

Apr 8, 2023 at 3:33 AM UTC

A Ruby In The Midst

Her hand was on her heart My fingers curved on hers My mind was not relentless Her hesitation well deserved The strings and stones that cut her She’s a girl that knows a ruse My heart has been so broken I hardly sought the glue I give because that’s all I can do We must give to receive I disregard the ledge because we must leap to believe I trust she must be for me Her hand lay on my chest I see her like she’s naked With my hand upon her breast We see what we want to but what exactly must we see? When we fill our voids with people that fill their voids with being seen She tempts the gem within me She’s fought for what she’s gained A man is not the answer so consider me a train I ride my tracks through midnight Never stopping in the rain It’s why I am the man I am I feel she’s done the same I do not want to be boxed in I want to feel her like a fist Her eyes, they tell me loudly There’s a Ruby in the midst

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I want to spin wildly, to shake myself to the very core. I want nothing more in this moment, and the punishment is that I'm motionless. Calm. I can't move. Not so much as a single breath to grant myself the energy to eviscerate my desire. I am a stone wishing to be water and the pain is that I'm drowning in it's absence. Forget the things you know and remember what you don't. Nothing in this plane has ever made me more alone.

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Mar 17, 2022

Mar 17, 2022 at 1:21 AM UTC

Maelstrom

I want to spin wildly, to shake myself to the very core. I want nothing more in this moment, and the punishment is that I'm motionless. Calm. I can't move. Not so much as a single breath to grant myself the energy to eviscerate my desire. I am a stone wishing to be water and the pain is that I'm drowning in it's absence. Forget the things you know and remember what you don't. Nothing in this plane has ever made me more alone.

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You're ugly from an angle You don't reflect enough Your choices are so loud Yet they still lack any sound I'm not so Ptolemaic You're not a Galilean I'm not at all judgmental I am honest. Maybe humble You're weak below the knees You're smug and overweight You don't respect advice based on the mouth from which it came I'm walking alongside you I choose to be so close It might be most absurd but know I love you more than most

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Nov 24, 2020

Nov 24, 2020 at 11:14 AM UTC

Solipsist

You're ugly from an angle You don't reflect enough Your choices are so loud Yet they still lack any sound I'm not so Ptolemaic You're not a Galilean I'm not at all judgmental I am honest. Maybe humble You're weak below the knees You're smug and overweight You don't respect advice based on the mouth from which it came I'm walking alongside you I choose to be so close It might be most absurd but know I love you more than most

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It was random I can't stand em They're inside my head I don't panic I'm interplanetary Soon we'll all be dead I was walking on the sea and I'm swimming in the street and I'm simultaneously fraught with nothing I am yearning for this thing that is deep inside of me but I'm philosophically codependent I am not ok Everything's alright I am not ok I been dreamin' I got dreams and I'm slow as I am proud Temptation lady You persuade me; your thoughts are all too loud I am not ok Everything's alright I have managed To abandon The reasons I move on There's a bandage For all the damaging parts I've found so far I seen her walking by; didn't look her in the eyes and I knew it was a lie but I was looking at her thighs She said I like your smile and I really like your style and I've known you for a while let's just do it on the tile I said I don't even know where I am at She said don't worry I'm never coming back I said I don't think you really understand She said don't worry I'm not here to hold your hand And then she showed me that we are only ruling our mistakes She pulled me closely, whispered slowly "bend it if it breaks" I am not ok Everything's alright I am not ok

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May 1, 2020

May 1, 2020 at 5:21 PM UTC

Everything's Alright

It was random I can't stand em They're inside my head I don't panic I'm interplanetary Soon we'll all be dead I was walking on the sea and I'm swimming in the street and I'm simultaneously fraught with nothing I am yearning for this thing that is deep inside of me but I'm philosophically codependent I am not ok Everything's alright I am not ok I been dreamin' I got dreams and I'm slow as I am proud Temptation lady You persuade me; your thoughts are all too loud I am not ok Everything's alright I have managed To abandon The reasons I move on There's a bandage For all the damaging parts I've found so far I seen her walking by; didn't look her in the eyes and I knew it was a lie but I was looking at her thighs She said I like your smile and I really like your style and I've known you for a while let's just do it on the tile I said I don't even know where I am at She said don't worry I'm never coming back I said I don't think you really understand She said don't worry I'm not here to hold your hand And then she showed me that we are only ruling our mistakes She pulled me closely, whispered slowly "bend it if it breaks" I am not ok Everything's alright I am not ok

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My thoughts fly to rise I push my eyes to blind Even when I close them I see you in my mind I wrestle with my logic The bar is set for fools Mistaking beauty–for you The bar has been removed I wonder what you wonder I wonder how you stare I wonder why I wander into tables that are bare I wreak of incompletion My goal was in your eyes I wonder if I hurt you more than pushing eyes can blind The world is ever turning The oceans fall and rise Maybe it's the land that moves–the ocean cannot decide

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Apr 7, 2019

Apr 7, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC

Wherewith

My thoughts fly to rise I push my eyes to blind Even when I close them I see you in my mind I wrestle with my logic The bar is set for fools Mistaking beauty–for you The bar has been removed I wonder what you wonder I wonder how you stare I wonder why I wander into tables that are bare I wreak of incompletion My goal was in your eyes I wonder if I hurt you more than pushing eyes can blind The world is ever turning The oceans fall and rise Maybe it's the land that moves–the ocean cannot decide

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I wrote a song about you The first I've ever done I've been playing seventeen years You'll never hear it sung If I have to breathe the lyrics I'll set fire to my tongue I never talk about myself because then you could not run I'm a lie behind a fountain The sun is to the moon I hate the outer space I lay inside—entombed The granite cast of actors Their eyes are made of gold I'll take their scripts and hearts and souls and sell them for more gold Your smile led me in circles You sought for what you sold It was simply circulation Your hands were awfully cold Take it while it's cold It still won't splatter Drink it on the stove It still won't matter Seal it's lips to kiss It still won't chatter Raze it's crops to dust It still won't gather Strip it from its lenses It still won't stare Rip it from the moonlight It still won't glare Take it like a pill It won't be taken lightly It's in my heart—in yours It will never grasp you tightly It's never holding still You simply can't deceive it It just misunderstands What's wrong with you, is wrong with me You lack the essence of a friend Things grow from roots that split The strand means to an end I don't like to say favorite It has a way of changing plans I'll look down at you "Your hair—it still looks nice" You'll look down at me I won't be looking twice

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC

Seventeenth

I wrote a song about you The first I've ever done I've been playing seventeen years You'll never hear it sung If I have to breathe the lyrics I'll set fire to my tongue I never talk about myself because then you could not run I'm a lie behind a fountain The sun is to the moon I hate the outer space I lay inside—entombed The granite cast of actors Their eyes are made of gold I'll take their scripts and hearts and souls and sell them for more gold Your smile led me in circles You sought for what you sold It was simply circulation Your hands were awfully cold Take it while it's cold It still won't splatter Drink it on the stove It still won't matter Seal it's lips to kiss It still won't chatter Raze it's crops to dust It still won't gather Strip it from its lenses It still won't stare Rip it from the moonlight It still won't glare Take it like a pill It won't be taken lightly It's in my heart—in yours It will never grasp you tightly It's never holding still You simply can't deceive it It just misunderstands What's wrong with you, is wrong with me You lack the essence of a friend Things grow from roots that split The strand means to an end I don't like to say favorite It has a way of changing plans I'll look down at you "Your hair—it still looks nice" You'll look down at me I won't be looking twice

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An interest in indifference Beneath my heart I arrived alone From the very start Interested in difference The sun was on my way To hold my breath before I'd speak To match my mind's forte Touch The certainty as a child was brusque in all it paid Gathering for keeping's sake made keepsakes that have stayed The nostalgia of my age The heart would pool fully Parents not at peace Gripping my blanket's corners My size–it would decrease My ripples were at ease Interestingly indifferent It gave me all I made It justified the center of mistakes I had to make The rock The bus The kid The cuts The run The door That turn The anti-yearning The core The burn That art of learning

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Mar 14, 2019

Mar 14, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC

A Has-Been

An interest in indifference Beneath my heart I arrived alone From the very start Interested in difference The sun was on my way To hold my breath before I'd speak To match my mind's forte Touch The certainty as a child was brusque in all it paid Gathering for keeping's sake made keepsakes that have stayed The nostalgia of my age The heart would pool fully Parents not at peace Gripping my blanket's corners My size–it would decrease My ripples were at ease Interestingly indifferent It gave me all I made It justified the center of mistakes I had to make The rock The bus The kid The cuts The run The door That turn The anti-yearning The core The burn That art of learning

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Be kind, please rewind To a time when time was all but nine A time that filled itself with pride A pride that fulfilled itself through mine Be kind, please remind To a mind that cleared itself at night A faux pose in pictures, an absent sight Like motion pictures with a lack of light Be fine, redesign An erasable head with a rolling supply A post to guide my fixed eyesight The tension is pinned between plastic and life Be mine, realign Our love's been layered, wound and shy The price we paid to play it, right? The tape is thin, we rolled our die Be blind, believe in eyes Alive and across a long divide that ceased to exist outside of the tide The place we are hidden that no one can hide and the place we all seek that no one can find The godwashed Just rewind. Be kind.

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Sep 6, 2018

Sep 6, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC

Be Kind, Please Rewind

Be kind, please rewind To a time when time was all but nine A time that filled itself with pride A pride that fulfilled itself through mine Be kind, please remind To a mind that cleared itself at night A faux pose in pictures, an absent sight Like motion pictures with a lack of light Be fine, redesign An erasable head with a rolling supply A post to guide my fixed eyesight The tension is pinned between plastic and life Be mine, realign Our love's been layered, wound and shy The price we paid to play it, right? The tape is thin, we rolled our die Be blind, believe in eyes Alive and across a long divide that ceased to exist outside of the tide The place we are hidden that no one can hide and the place we all seek that no one can find The godwashed Just rewind. Be kind.

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The rustic sheet of a door screams as we pull it like a scab We step inside this warehouse can Two floors - we're holding hands His eyes lit like a crescent Moon - excited, he yells "daaad!" Our head, like swaying swing We see it all, tongue in cheek Like controls without the freak It's so much fun it stings An asymmetric wasteland Convenient and distorted The walls - bleak and boarded A symbolic sleight of hand This is where we feel My father's on the catwalk Like paranoia paraphernalia My son's grip tightens, it's the only thing that's real Absolute felicity To realize what I have in the confines of my hand Imperfection in the making - he doesn't understand Skylarking permissably A reverie to remember His smile - sifting through his eyes Warm, he maneuvers like the flies He was born in December Moving closer to my father He's amidst the in-between Consistently foreseen His motion is no bother He steps along the ply Somehow keen in his demeanor Four-years-old, but greener Tossed and turning - it's the gleaner The sheet has been disturbed He's falling to his death I'm blanketed in sweat This cannot be deserved My father's eyes - they match my own I tear through the distance Foreseeing and consistent My father is a witness The fear - he's fighting falling We've never known it more His tiny hands just wishing there were nails Collective - we're losing all things I grasp a finger as he falls but not enough to bring him back My son approaches pavement as it fills my throat the same I look him in the eyes as they melt away in pain My body wakes without my mind - hysterically screaming "DAAAD!"

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Aug 3, 2018

Aug 3, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC

Dreamboy

The rustic sheet of a door screams as we pull it like a scab We step inside this warehouse can Two floors - we're holding hands His eyes lit like a crescent Moon - excited, he yells "daaad!" Our head, like swaying swing We see it all, tongue in cheek Like controls without the freak It's so much fun it stings An asymmetric wasteland Convenient and distorted The walls - bleak and boarded A symbolic sleight of hand This is where we feel My father's on the catwalk Like paranoia paraphernalia My son's grip tightens, it's the only thing that's real Absolute felicity To realize what I have in the confines of my hand Imperfection in the making - he doesn't understand Skylarking permissably A reverie to remember His smile - sifting through his eyes Warm, he maneuvers like the flies He was born in December Moving closer to my father He's amidst the in-between Consistently foreseen His motion is no bother He steps along the ply Somehow keen in his demeanor Four-years-old, but greener Tossed and turning - it's the gleaner The sheet has been disturbed He's falling to his death I'm blanketed in sweat This cannot be deserved My father's eyes - they match my own I tear through the distance Foreseeing and consistent My father is a witness The fear - he's fighting falling We've never known it more His tiny hands just wishing there were nails Collective - we're losing all things I grasp a finger as he falls but not enough to bring him back My son approaches pavement as it fills my throat the same I look him in the eyes as they melt away in pain My body wakes without my mind - hysterically screaming "DAAAD!"

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