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cm-vazquez
cm-vazquez
I love sublime / can't stand the times. / if you ever want to hear from me, just wait in line. / It ain't that long.
The slow demise of all your flees. The glorious disguise of these blooming trees, The gentle way the crickets ring. ...Some say its annoying while not knowing a thing. The things you do to waste your time. The funny words your friends will rhyme or the clouds progressing as they take their time. But, time to them is not the time of mine. Regrets that fill your cluttered brain. The way that dragonflies play their game. The spider I saw on my table today? The things that make first lines okay.
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC
A Line of Silver
Face in the crowd. Facing your loud, obnoxious behavior. I remember the shroud of illuminating nature encircling your sound back in the days. Or, just when we were proud. Now I see you All soaked in this goo, Facing facades, displacement ensues. And now you see me exhausted from plea. I stand with the trees but you're covered in leaves. Tell me why! Tell me lies! Tell me anything you want to. We'll never die! Tell me why! Tell me everything beneath this bleeding sun.
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
The Bleeding Sun
Some say the Earth is where the demons lay. Some say beneath the ground is where you'll hear the cries. And I doubt it still. Just out of hope that she might rise. Even upon our highest hill is below what we can surmise. Some say the skies is where we'll sigh after we die. Forgive my baptized mind, but I read your book. It denies lies. So wise, and still my will, bearing this skill, is shrilled behind this jive disguise. Standing on what we could fulfill, we'll see the others improvise.
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
Improv
They never come out as supposed to but they mean so much and pose you. And, just when you think you've forgotten some.. ..just be on your toes, dude. I've been to Paris, France. I've been to bars in London. Simple words, formed just right, can turn us into shut-ins. I don't want to hate my friends. I don't want to love these weirdos. When people talk of words, it's a totally different type of fear, though.
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
Words
It's so cold in here. My plight is clear while drenched in fear. **** a **** shed tear. Just read a book to stop this **** Or overlook, be obstinate. But stay insane while you maintain. This world's a god **** topplin' jest
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
So burr
Remote control me 'til i score. No remorse. See a pill, buy more. Control irrelevant, my soul is tore. The only thing that greets the gore with a state of well-being. Piff? I hate such self-fleeting memories. A pain to see but I need pills 'cause I can't sleep. Remote control me with your fleet.
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
Remote Control
The Look of disappointment in the enemy's face is the reason for the opponent. the reason for the race. The wind and the animals are curious about Each other - naturally. Will you give me a break? Yeah, just 'til now. There's people in the central park Heard screamin' "wait, not down!" And over there's the health club I don't see an entrance I'm yellin'. Said, I'm screaming towards remembrance.
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Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 2:55 AM UTC
I don't even ******* know
Cinematic Friends that I get tats with. The catastrophic love affairs that seem so charismatic. We are the characters in the attic. The Anne Frank of the stratus. the Sarcastic, ******* children of all these older kids, that's it! And that's okay with us. The black of day's a must. The hack upraises us until we feel so ill-discussed. Don't look at me on the Subway, because these eyes can't handle others. Like a book without a cover, we are Eve & Adam smothered.
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC
From Cinema Tick.
Obstacle course of the decayed spirits. The betrayed near death. The relayed, unrest. Full smoke filled breaths. Daze Day til' death.
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
Daze Day.
I shall walk softly there. In a ditch - to air! Of which to wear? I don't know, man. I'm moving still. Dunno the hills any more I sink until The wheels will spin. The hatch will lock. I'm lost upon this trembling dock. I forgot my trunks of trees so free. So chained upon this massive sea. i'm gonna soft stomp Look at me.
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 4:08 AM UTC
soft stomp