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austin-yde
It is not in idleness That I justify my reproachfulness That is where it is judged Scathed upon Laughed about Debated Still elating in my sorrowful bath I reproach Condensation lining the walls of my fragile heart It feels like cold glass Throbbing inside a marble cage Every beat In every way Close to shattering it's tiny pieces upon the cold linoleum That provides the floor To my aching gut It's in idleness That I may remain...
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
Idleness
I watch the trees Cackle in a polyphony of sound Writhing Dancing Crying Yelling Sleeping The leaves even fall dead Where is my ticket? For this show The velvet drapes of Carnegie Hall have never seen such beauty in all their days And I wonder Why do people chase Chase away the days and lives with 9 to 5 jobs Just to buy a ticket to watch some sort of unforeseen beauty Working just to work more And living to work And who ever had the silent idea To sit idly and watch the trees Dance and sway And cackle at my ******* While I drift away Into the depths of the show The show that never ends.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
Ticket
Typing Writing Watching the blades of grass And lawn-mower How I wish I could mow lawns But no My life is much harder I have to be a writer Now, Or at least Other times, I don’t know what I am
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Lawn-mower
Sometimes I find joy in the mountains Sometimes I find joy drinking silently in the cities Sometimes I find joy fiddling away with my guitar Where the depths of my despair will end, I am unsure
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
Joy
I looked at my friend Anthony’s arm yesterday, There was a scar on it New to me A large scar With little dots on the outside perimeter What’d you do to your arm? I was drunk Punched a window Pulled my arm back in And It was covered with blood I called my brother He took me to the hospital Hmm, The world is fair for Anthony
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
Anthony's arm
The effects of sleep deprivation on the mind Sometimes depression, Sometimes bliss, Inability to focus Yet the mind rests exactly where it needs to be I wonder if it is better to remain sane and neutral Or insane, suffering the ups and downs of emotional detriment?
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Insomnia
Sometimes I wonder if there is some righteous path that I should be taking Should I be doing what I think is “right?” But how do I know what is “right?” Perhaps I should just do what feels “right” And let the wheels that want to take me down this long windy road, Take me
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
"right"
I’m not normally one for romantic poetry, I’m not normally one for love, I’m not normally once to crave another, I’m not normally one to let someone else in Why is it you my dear, That I am so drawn to? Does the answer lie in your scarlet hair? Or your faint grin? Does the answer lie in your bottomless eyes? Perhaps the answer lies in your heart? I prefer not to know I prefer the keep the mystery veiled in secret I prefer to let our love dance in those foggy New Orleans streets Floating over the puddles and making love to the romance that hangs in the air Perhaps I’ll find it around the next corner, Setting with the sun, Or falling like the rain. Swooning over the moon, Like lonely clouds During midnight That’s where I prefer to believe, Our love lies
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
Untitled
Where did we split off? Was it the train? Was I running after your solemn face staring at me through a windowpane? Did we part ways in an enchanted forest? Or perhaps it was in the depths of my cold room Nestling under the covers Begging warmth from each other? I’m not sure, but in these moments of longing, I always remember you. You’re still with me.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
Train
Sometimes I try to trace where my personality split, Where these cold shards of broken glass have left me feeling empty and alone, Sometimes I try to fill it, With drunkenness, With wine, With spirits, Sometimes even with beauty, But the euphoria of you never fades away, And I know I need to find myself But I am lost, swimming In your Ocean
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
Ocean