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collin-cummings
I draw inspiration from the Beat writers, the people I meet, the places I've been, and my dreams.
you were my spring, summer, and fall I was your winter a winter so cold it sent shivers down your spine and burned your skin I destroyed the hope you had and the faith you believed in you tried to save me, you were the only good part of my life and I was your only sin. by loving you, I became your moon by loving me, you became my sun and together, we thrived. when you were alone, you were faithful, happy, in love. I, however, was not. I was frightened by these feelings so I tried to suppress them with ****** and ***** slowly but surely you realized my demons were back, that I was slipping into the hole you had pulled me out of. there is nothing I can say or do to make amends because I cannot promise to give you all of me. by loving you, I destroyed you.
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
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it's 4 a.m. and I'm alone again I was too drunk to go home so I crashed at a friends that's how things go in a life filled with sin just long nights of anxiety that never really end it's 4:06 and I'm out of cigarettes the bottle is empty and I start to forget all about the secrets and Saturdays regret my demons are killing me but they tell me not to fret it's 4:14 and my eyes are low how much more could my pain grow? memories fall down like piles of snow onto my head while I turn off the show the room goes quiet and my vision goes bad I say that I'm fine whenever you ask it's hard to remember my last sincere laugh I'm ready to leave and never come back it's 5 a.m. and I'm passed out alone
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
4 a.m.
cold winter rain brings pain to my numb body for pain brings warmth and warmth brings life there is no life without pain there is no life without suffering for without these we cannot experience joy all these feelings are temporary as if life so if we cannot fully embrace these feelings we cannot fully experience life give up your tailored shoes for homemade moccasins give up your malls for goodwills burn down your offices and ignite your bonfires ignore warnings and use what brings you happiness for legal and illegal are all societal views what nature gives us should be available for the masses it should be the key to unlock the gates of imagination I do not believe in meditation because it separates the mind from the body these two go hand in hand without one, we can't enjoy the other *** is the purest form of pleasure so why should it be subdued? we came into this world naked and free why should this stop after we leave the womb? these are all just thoughts ideas and dreams but can they not be considered? I hope not for my name to be remembered I hope not for eternal life I only hope my stories can tell the stories of a thousand others a thousand other broken kids who have given up hope on society but not on the world for the world is nature and it is the only form of joy our race hasn't put a price tag on our race isn't white our race isn't black or anything in between it is only human as are we.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
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I have no human desire to grow old for the older the body grows the mind begins to realize the madness of the world we inhabit it begins to recognize that the government we put our trust into and have five year olds pledge their allegiance away to is nothing more than a monster we created it is a machine that brings about war and brags of it's charity when the only donations it gives is more mothers with dead sons and daughters with lost fathers. it begins to understand that while the body is young it is infinite indestructible and can push all boundaries it is still free as the mind is before it is corrupted by late night television and dictator industries the only way to keep this freedom is to resist rebel and revolt to burn the books of education and praise the books our governing bodies ban from our reading why ban literature? because it has the ability to allow society to realize what Allen jack and Neal all realized that our lives are under our control and should not be imprisoned by authority that does not know not understand us
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
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I can hear the devil calling my name he's begging me to come back home I found him sitting in a crowded bar and asked why he was drinking alone i found peace under western stars and I found rest in a beat up car we're waking up in apartments next to people we barely know the bottle is there for comfort it's the only thing keeping me sane on top of a mountain I'm smiling as my skin is covered by rain your body lays next to me. you sleep while I wrestle with my anxiety. there's some nights where I'm afraid to sleep for the fear you won't be there when I wake up. our parents built this house with strength and faith I tore it down with sin and ***** but just like everything else in my life I will leave it behind. I only know the open road where the sun burns my skin and the buzzards wait for me to fall. I hold out a thumb in hope for a ride but humans just aren't human anymore. I was beaten down and scarred by the railroad guards and my lover. the woman I said I'd die for how true that statement is. her gypsie eyes pulled me in and never let me go. she was all I had to live for, her and the bottle. a preacher once asked me, why do you live like this? I replied with a sigh, shook my head and replied, "it's all I've ever known." "I'm in love with what kills me and what drives me insane. but if I didn't have those vices I'd be just another grave." bury me at sea I don't deserve a funeral. a boat filled with roses as black as my heart. all I ask to join me in this voyage to the end is a bottle of the finest whiskey and a picture of her. they'll watch me float away but let no tears fall. no one knew my pain no one understood my madness. for when death comes to find me I'll greet him with a smile. the bar lights are out me and the devil sit alone. we take a final shot light a final smoke and I pat him on the back "I'm ready to come home."
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
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I can hear the devil calling my name he's begging me to come back home I found him sitting in a crowded bar and asked why he was drinking alone i found peace under western stars and I found rest in a beat up car we're waking up in apartments next to people we barely know the bottle is there for comfort it's the only thing keeping me sane on top of a mountain I'm smiling as my skin is covered by rain your body lays next to me. you sleep while I wrestle with my anxiety. there's some nights where I'm afraid to sleep for the fear you won't be there when I wake up. our parents built this house with strength and faith I tore it down with sin and ***** but just like everything else in my life I will leave it behind. I only know the open road where the sun burns my skin and the buzzards wait for me to fall. I hold out a thumb in hope for a ride but humans just aren't human anymore. I was beaten down and scarred by the railroad guards and my lover. the woman I said I'd die for how true that statement is. her gypsie eyes pulled me in and never let me go. she was all I had to live for, her and the bottle. a preacher once asked me, why do you live like this? I replied with a sigh, shook my head and replied, "it's all I've ever known." "I'm in love with what kills me and what drives me insane. but if I didn't have those vices I'd be just another grave." bury me at sea I don't deserve a funeral. a boat filled with roses as black as my heart. all I ask to join me in this voyage to the end is a bottle of the finest whiskey and a picture of her. they'll watch me float away but let no tears fall. no one knew my pain no one understood my madness. for when death comes to find me I'll greet him with a smile. the bar lights are out me and the devil sit alone. we take a final shot light a final smoke and I pat him on the back "I'm ready to come home."
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