brett-bergerWhisper

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3 pound distractionSopping pillows sleeping / Dreaming always creeping / the ending is tempting
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Apr 6, 2010
around the edgestoo much or not enough / happy medium an unrealized ideal / too much or not enough
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Jul 10, 2011
big bang or bustOrder only exists because sometimes randomness is perfect. / Perfection only exists because we believe we deserve it / We believe that we deserve it because the randomness made it perfect.
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Mar 25, 2010
brain scurvyTheres never the right words to describe feeling like I feel, even if the right words existed they would fail to properly define how scared I am for myself and my actions and the results that these poor ******** who love me will have to go through. The very awareness of my intelligence and my unbelievable fortune are for some reason both my only blessing and ultimate demise because the luckiest man in the world is never content. Im sick inside, im sure im dying. Why cant I just start over, I know id do it the same, only maybe id see it earlier, maybe I could spare her the pain she doesn’t yet know is coming.
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Apr 6, 2010
coffee at midnightCoffee at midnight to keep the dreams at bay / The murderous, torturous dreams of yesterday and today / Even the good ones are nightmares instead of dreams
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Mar 23, 2010
deepit's only deep in the night when my mind wanders most that i ponder why another night of drinking alone is the status quo. it's when i wonder why the wheel that started spinning so long ago keeps spinning, in the same direction and general speed. deep in the night is when the doubts and regrets run rampant like rioters through the square, flipping cars amidst flaming tires. it's when the needs and the wants clash for supremacy, assuring the mutual destruction of each. loves lost carve their names into my neocortex. where dreams unrealized fill their time by playing ping-ping until they're ****** from the backburner to manic importance. deep in the night is when blood-shot eyes and blaring computer monitors have a staring contest. deep in it, thought becomes reaction and the beans spill accordingly. knee-deep and we're ravaging the calm into frenzy and burning the books of our beliefs and abandoning rationale in favor of the spectre of immediate gratification at any cost, at any loss. deep in the night where no light penetrates, things become somehow illuminated.
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Jul 10, 2011
eyes blind openi look for the same images as i did years ago / they dont seem to exist in my present reality / they were stark, not in contrast but in juxtaposition
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Mar 23, 2010
hows the weather, ay?Knee deep in my poison / The itch unreachable / A light burn, singed lungs
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Mar 23, 2010
intergalactic mindfuck via laser guided robot beamsTick / The days pass, without my consent it seems, but the hours themselves tick by only slowly enough to make you aware of their existence / Just slow enough to check the clock twice in one minute- a little too quick to remember the time you just checked twice.
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Apr 14, 2012
it says what?at least it was sooner than later / at least you never got the chance to hate her / blissfully ignorant and that's the way it'll stay
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Jul 10, 2011
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