david-bojay - Hello Poetry

I speak the right words, but they fall from a heart out of tune Intrusively lucid— while the world hums in illusion, spouting sense that makes none Aimless walking through loud laughters irritated at echoes of joy Contradictions cradle me innocence hand in hand with experience, dissonance brushing up against self-clearance I love what I know of the love I hold within The sacred blood seeping through the cracks of my mind, filling me with the will to stretch this life beyond decay A double life—E.H. Taylor for me and red wine for the floosies Congrats to the self-aware, souls floating in shared air Writing, applying, testing what tomorrow will catch I wake to a burning light grateful still, through the blur of pain I forgot where it began—LOL Cardio and party time Bar Leos and smarty-nosed muses, these are the tides’ offerings— feelings we chase then drop in a whim With nothing to lose, there is nothing to attain only a return to the raw conditions, the pulse of what always is Moment to moment without the lens of perception, life unfolds through me without my doing Seeing through the mirage of the doer, solidities dissolve— I acquire what I want without desire No resistance in any instance, motivations rise effortlessly No status to chase; I let go of my “control” over nature The relative and the ultimate become one Locationless in a world of coordinates no exception to experience I feel light today, bouncy, one breath at a time, shape-shifting A conscious meltdown swells—there’s no one to forgive, only to remember I expect nothing now from the people I seem to love, just playing with controls to master victories and tragedies The result remains the same beneath my lens Relationships bloom, others wilt.... love to lose soon, others yet to rise while I stand in eternal dusk Cycles to evade & patterns to erase.... better now than too late I polish the words I thought were myself Complete from the start // I need no validation I translate my experience into imagination, earn my freedom to move on Imaginary pains I once inflicted holographic anguish I no longer fear Death cannot hold me I live inside isolation until I reach the heavens and merge with duality entire Master of masks, I drift and dissolve— breathing the truth I’ve always been

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Oct 4, 2025

Oct 4, 2025 at 6:16 PM UTC

Master of Masks

I speak the right words, but they fall from a heart out of tune Intrusively lucid— while the world hums in illusion, spouting sense that makes none Aimless walking through loud laughters irritated at echoes of joy Contradictions cradle me innocence hand in hand with experience, dissonance brushing up against self-clearance I love what I know of the love I hold within The sacred blood seeping through the cracks of my mind, filling me with the will to stretch this life beyond decay A double life—E.H. Taylor for me and red wine for the floosies Congrats to the self-aware, souls floating in shared air Writing, applying, testing what tomorrow will catch I wake to a burning light grateful still, through the blur of pain I forgot where it began—LOL Cardio and party time Bar Leos and smarty-nosed muses, these are the tides’ offerings— feelings we chase then drop in a whim With nothing to lose, there is nothing to attain only a return to the raw conditions, the pulse of what always is Moment to moment without the lens of perception, life unfolds through me without my doing Seeing through the mirage of the doer, solidities dissolve— I acquire what I want without desire No resistance in any instance, motivations rise effortlessly No status to chase; I let go of my “control” over nature The relative and the ultimate become one Locationless in a world of coordinates no exception to experience I feel light today, bouncy, one breath at a time, shape-shifting A conscious meltdown swells—there’s no one to forgive, only to remember I expect nothing now from the people I seem to love, just playing with controls to master victories and tragedies The result remains the same beneath my lens Relationships bloom, others wilt.... love to lose soon, others yet to rise while I stand in eternal dusk Cycles to evade & patterns to erase.... better now than too late I polish the words I thought were myself Complete from the start // I need no validation I translate my experience into imagination, earn my freedom to move on Imaginary pains I once inflicted holographic anguish I no longer fear Death cannot hold me I live inside isolation until I reach the heavens and merge with duality entire Master of masks, I drift and dissolve— breathing the truth I’ve always been

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aching for the fire that shaped my soul, the passions I buried return in soft hues as if the ghost of Nemesio Antunez paints behind my eyes a flame dimmed, but never gone, at the bottom of the pond echoing songs efforts to rekindle the natural flow, the irony I watch myself become the sky, in the spiral we despise for lack of better words / doors cracked, doves settle, & swords cut the lure eyes dim behind the warped doors, beyond the void God is studying me the mental year / the distant shore / intrinsic manure & static tears lusting over erratic fears, the choice to check out is only yours what if my mind remembers what the soul refuses to forget? the mental year!.!.!.! / calendar carved in chaos and mirrors cracking inwards... glaring intensely the clinging of a million feelings, weighing down this dying star... me (David) or whatever sorrows of the mind / escape the signs / keep my eyes blinded and my heart 1 sided juggling feelings in her indecision, dissolving truths in a blurred revision "WHO'S CHECKING WHO WHEN WE GET TOO PROUD AND A LITTLE DISHONEST?" - Mk.gee stitching thoughts together with my false precision, colliding distant hearts in a quiet collision I wonder and wonder about experiential renditions of my superstitions some nights never end, they just echo somewhat... softer / i remember the feeling not the time maybe I can find the lover in me, or create a better me.... I forget the words to songs but I remember the silences, I need to work on that perhaps there’s nothing to find, but to unveil stirring thoughts with a fiery oak spatula, some kind of style eh? single barrell, background blasting Daryl, bouncing off the walls feral you can't reference my sentence without custom tinted lenses, my stupid perception of this hollow dimension... extensions of our subjective experience looking at smiles I’ll forget, maybe I was only meant to be remembered, not understood.. but you feel me passing tensions / the lack of sensations / hands once warm now hold suspicion world of musings, burn the script and the notes that stroke my ego and make me bricked the **** up!!!! I’m bored at work today. Think a thot up until it’s a vanishing thought. chefs kiss peace with both hands like Nixon Oh my my; another deep *** sigh, this some sauce

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Jul 22, 2025

Jul 22, 2025 at 4:26 PM UTC

The Mental Year/Dying Star/Bricked Up on a Tuesday

aching for the fire that shaped my soul, the passions I buried return in soft hues as if the ghost of Nemesio Antunez paints behind my eyes a flame dimmed, but never gone, at the bottom of the pond echoing songs efforts to rekindle the natural flow, the irony I watch myself become the sky, in the spiral we despise for lack of better words / doors cracked, doves settle, & swords cut the lure eyes dim behind the warped doors, beyond the void God is studying me the mental year / the distant shore / intrinsic manure & static tears lusting over erratic fears, the choice to check out is only yours what if my mind remembers what the soul refuses to forget? the mental year!.!.!.! / calendar carved in chaos and mirrors cracking inwards... glaring intensely the clinging of a million feelings, weighing down this dying star... me (David) or whatever sorrows of the mind / escape the signs / keep my eyes blinded and my heart 1 sided juggling feelings in her indecision, dissolving truths in a blurred revision "WHO'S CHECKING WHO WHEN WE GET TOO PROUD AND A LITTLE DISHONEST?" - Mk.gee stitching thoughts together with my false precision, colliding distant hearts in a quiet collision I wonder and wonder about experiential renditions of my superstitions some nights never end, they just echo somewhat... softer / i remember the feeling not the time maybe I can find the lover in me, or create a better me.... I forget the words to songs but I remember the silences, I need to work on that perhaps there’s nothing to find, but to unveil stirring thoughts with a fiery oak spatula, some kind of style eh? single barrell, background blasting Daryl, bouncing off the walls feral you can't reference my sentence without custom tinted lenses, my stupid perception of this hollow dimension... extensions of our subjective experience looking at smiles I’ll forget, maybe I was only meant to be remembered, not understood.. but you feel me passing tensions / the lack of sensations / hands once warm now hold suspicion world of musings, burn the script and the notes that stroke my ego and make me bricked the **** up!!!! I’m bored at work today. Think a thot up until it’s a vanishing thought. chefs kiss peace with both hands like Nixon Oh my my; another deep *** sigh, this some sauce

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there was never anything to believe in to begin with my faith is a delusion visions to erase my mind distraught and at ease deep confusion here I am again, sulking in this great despair in my dream we named her Adela, and I remembered a reality before that Imagine dreaming of a daughter unborn… visions of her crying in your stomach… to feel that… to feel it all Part of me remembered that I discussed that with you (my love) A glimpse of her face My universe changed, it’s always too good to be true… my longing resurfaces when I browse through our photos, a broken journey I never feared loving too much Give myself away to see this through Give myself away through honesty Repercussions out of thin air Dreaming with you always Don’t want the memories to fade away I want to remember what it feels to watch you enjoy a meal, sweet little moments that help me sleep I don’t want to forget, but I can’t take it Crippling sensations It’s been a long day, it’ll be a long week… Month… year… shattered dreams My imagination runs wild when I think of the possibility of us… Intentions gone to waste… time I’d never give back for a trillion gazillion times 4 plus infinity dollars… I’d take an hour with you in my arms over a life where I never met you… so I wouldn’t feel this way… this… broken… Though the pieces are scattered… I must know I’m whole Misconceptions will destroy me…. To believe she is gone To be a ghost in this world… my love I think you’re gone… What’s a lasting love I’m going to end this one here Imagining what it would be like to be laughing together My world… senseless Little memories that’ll last me a life time… Happy knowing I can love someone this way… even if they don’t want to love me back I must I will… i hope it isn't a crime to long for the only truth i want to believe you

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Jul 28, 2022

Jul 28, 2022 at 1:23 AM UTC

heavy nite

there was never anything to believe in to begin with my faith is a delusion visions to erase my mind distraught and at ease deep confusion here I am again, sulking in this great despair in my dream we named her Adela, and I remembered a reality before that Imagine dreaming of a daughter unborn… visions of her crying in your stomach… to feel that… to feel it all Part of me remembered that I discussed that with you (my love) A glimpse of her face My universe changed, it’s always too good to be true… my longing resurfaces when I browse through our photos, a broken journey I never feared loving too much Give myself away to see this through Give myself away through honesty Repercussions out of thin air Dreaming with you always Don’t want the memories to fade away I want to remember what it feels to watch you enjoy a meal, sweet little moments that help me sleep I don’t want to forget, but I can’t take it Crippling sensations It’s been a long day, it’ll be a long week… Month… year… shattered dreams My imagination runs wild when I think of the possibility of us… Intentions gone to waste… time I’d never give back for a trillion gazillion times 4 plus infinity dollars… I’d take an hour with you in my arms over a life where I never met you… so I wouldn’t feel this way… this… broken… Though the pieces are scattered… I must know I’m whole Misconceptions will destroy me…. To believe she is gone To be a ghost in this world… my love I think you’re gone… What’s a lasting love I’m going to end this one here Imagining what it would be like to be laughing together My world… senseless Little memories that’ll last me a life time… Happy knowing I can love someone this way… even if they don’t want to love me back I must I will… i hope it isn't a crime to long for the only truth i want to believe you

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too many lies have made me blind i'm just trying to make myself feel and be better, but i wasn't a great partner.. always two sides to the story she pointed out things i already knew about myself, i'm not perfect but i try to be patient with myself... if I could I would've rushed the process i'm worth it, yes... i think... but sometimes it doesn't feel like i'm worth my next breath of air i've always had an issue with that until it backfired, one bullet turns into 100 right at me, if they were real i wouldn't try to dodge questioning the "logic" behind these emotions imaginary weight? but it's dragging me down before the sun rises again i don't have anything to believe in, i'm not the one for her... is what she's decided nothing is right for me... after endless mental agony facts don't make me feel better, but it's good to be honest always better to be honest... things are **** at the moment there's nothing to do but live through it again i was... dumb to think otherwise they say to step away at first sign, but you always want to try to fight it for the sake of making things work, even if they don't i've given up plenty of times, this time it feels like i shouldn't again when i should, again here it comes i get it, i get it ahhhhhhhhhhh yes i'm flawed... i know... i'm still... growing eww sooner or later "just let her go" it's so simple... she's vanished and it wasn't meant to be, but i thought she was the one to settle down with afterall she's hung up on an image, multiples if it makes me feel better, believe it she just wasn't into me just focus.. on living, not just exisiting imagine loving someone that doesn't love you back thinking about a certain future that's been taken away my mind is lost right now.... i'll let it run for a bit until i can catch upppp dreams unlived i dreamt about our kids last night and I forgot to tell you an ending with too many photos to feel alive to

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Jul 26, 2022

Jul 26, 2022 at 5:23 PM UTC

for now (again)

too many lies have made me blind i'm just trying to make myself feel and be better, but i wasn't a great partner.. always two sides to the story she pointed out things i already knew about myself, i'm not perfect but i try to be patient with myself... if I could I would've rushed the process i'm worth it, yes... i think... but sometimes it doesn't feel like i'm worth my next breath of air i've always had an issue with that until it backfired, one bullet turns into 100 right at me, if they were real i wouldn't try to dodge questioning the "logic" behind these emotions imaginary weight? but it's dragging me down before the sun rises again i don't have anything to believe in, i'm not the one for her... is what she's decided nothing is right for me... after endless mental agony facts don't make me feel better, but it's good to be honest always better to be honest... things are **** at the moment there's nothing to do but live through it again i was... dumb to think otherwise they say to step away at first sign, but you always want to try to fight it for the sake of making things work, even if they don't i've given up plenty of times, this time it feels like i shouldn't again when i should, again here it comes i get it, i get it ahhhhhhhhhhh yes i'm flawed... i know... i'm still... growing eww sooner or later "just let her go" it's so simple... she's vanished and it wasn't meant to be, but i thought she was the one to settle down with afterall she's hung up on an image, multiples if it makes me feel better, believe it she just wasn't into me just focus.. on living, not just exisiting imagine loving someone that doesn't love you back thinking about a certain future that's been taken away my mind is lost right now.... i'll let it run for a bit until i can catch upppp dreams unlived i dreamt about our kids last night and I forgot to tell you an ending with too many photos to feel alive to

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a great crusade in search of truth seeking to understand myself whatever's left i guess the reason behind my existence imagine reaching a goal in which we thought was what we sought but after a certain time it proves to be illusive and delusionary **** me we've added more to our difficulties than we have to our solutions but once something is solved, new problems arise original revelations a life uncluttered opens the doors to the inner self vast ambitions sounds of birth/sounds of death (if i ever want to understand the invisible) i must be able to find it in the visible theology is just a mere abstraction of natural phenomenons religion is testing the possibility of community through our relationships philosophies based upon nature... the changing seasons great consequences, advanced causes the highest level is reality the certainty of your own demise the complicated network of truths

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Jan 20, 2022

Jan 20, 2022 at 9:56 PM UTC

imaginary walls

a great crusade in search of truth seeking to understand myself whatever's left i guess the reason behind my existence imagine reaching a goal in which we thought was what we sought but after a certain time it proves to be illusive and delusionary **** me we've added more to our difficulties than we have to our solutions but once something is solved, new problems arise original revelations a life uncluttered opens the doors to the inner self vast ambitions sounds of birth/sounds of death (if i ever want to understand the invisible) i must be able to find it in the visible theology is just a mere abstraction of natural phenomenons religion is testing the possibility of community through our relationships philosophies based upon nature... the changing seasons great consequences, advanced causes the highest level is reality the certainty of your own demise the complicated network of truths

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the realm of illusion not much more illusory than in the physical world extreme unreliability impression by the unseen seer changing forms glamour an object seen as it were from all sides at once the inside as if the outside inadequate language frequent reversal astral light 139 as 931 and so on capable masters great hurry and carelessness all possible forms of illusion how do i deal with phenomenons like this few words are needed death is easier to face than to try and wrap my head around (life) it's not about seeing correctly, but translating what is being seen trying to carry my consciousness without it breaking from physical to astral... and back possibility of recollections could partially be lost or distorted in the blank interval experiencing between breaths the root of this moment to the next the inevitable now spirits unfortunately dormant we'll soon build up the courage

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Sep 29, 2021

Sep 29, 2021 at 2:06 AM UTC

steady hues

the realm of illusion not much more illusory than in the physical world extreme unreliability impression by the unseen seer changing forms glamour an object seen as it were from all sides at once the inside as if the outside inadequate language frequent reversal astral light 139 as 931 and so on capable masters great hurry and carelessness all possible forms of illusion how do i deal with phenomenons like this few words are needed death is easier to face than to try and wrap my head around (life) it's not about seeing correctly, but translating what is being seen trying to carry my consciousness without it breaking from physical to astral... and back possibility of recollections could partially be lost or distorted in the blank interval experiencing between breaths the root of this moment to the next the inevitable now spirits unfortunately dormant we'll soon build up the courage

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there's no reason to remember about what I've desired just like I forgot about the desire to write I've allowed myself the freedom to do (when I want) (focus when it comes) it's what feels to be, spiritual progress radiant feelings coming and fleeting thought forms melting before all I'm seeing attitude is vibration the root of creation divine formation through useless information making sense without mystical procedures wasted leisure (false ambitions deriving from unnatural greed) open myself to persecution only to realize I my"self" am an illusion so it begins, the dissolution calm and ready secluded in the mysteries of this great theatre life, a series of memories arranged in the practical harmonical manner (if that's a word) (keep typing) what do I live for? a production of symbolism entertained in the prisms that so happen to reflect human mischief live to diminish built up anguish a hopeless wish meaningless stitch can't manage the baggage inside the cerebral attic static between breaths the moment I'll let settle in the sun that meant to set (a wedding in the sky) lost love so divine tears rushing down my cheeks at night reflecting on universal signs eternal truths 3.14 pie I sigh a moment at a time you can't change, only modify generous time flies realizations combined directions for decisions in mind (this life) incline, decline experiences desgined in curves, opposing straight lines how would we even define.... what truly aligns the spirit continue, live like there's no finish vulnerable characters to diminish predict my wishes my heart longing for what isn't what was no longer there couldn't stare at what I couldn't bare missed true love by plenty hairs mistakes were obvious I was oblivious thinking of what could've been again Limited trains of thought All I used to sought for, cost a lot it was you, who inspired some tunes formed by the formless wind that creates the dunes Inevitable doom Saudade Under the moon I succumb to you act upon intentions and responses perhaps it's way too soon flowers yet to bloom ideas flowing out the womb mistakes to broom room to improve a struggle before you wake less and less to rake In and out of fantasies can't trust in (reality) question my sanity study my anatomy Zoom passed meaningless blues I’m on my walk... I feel better now examine the highs before I drown again calculate the vitamins narratives written with my fancy stolen pen this is.... idk

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Sep 12, 2021

Sep 12, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC

sunday sep 12

there's no reason to remember about what I've desired just like I forgot about the desire to write I've allowed myself the freedom to do (when I want) (focus when it comes) it's what feels to be, spiritual progress radiant feelings coming and fleeting thought forms melting before all I'm seeing attitude is vibration the root of creation divine formation through useless information making sense without mystical procedures wasted leisure (false ambitions deriving from unnatural greed) open myself to persecution only to realize I my"self" am an illusion so it begins, the dissolution calm and ready secluded in the mysteries of this great theatre life, a series of memories arranged in the practical harmonical manner (if that's a word) (keep typing) what do I live for? a production of symbolism entertained in the prisms that so happen to reflect human mischief live to diminish built up anguish a hopeless wish meaningless stitch can't manage the baggage inside the cerebral attic static between breaths the moment I'll let settle in the sun that meant to set (a wedding in the sky) lost love so divine tears rushing down my cheeks at night reflecting on universal signs eternal truths 3.14 pie I sigh a moment at a time you can't change, only modify generous time flies realizations combined directions for decisions in mind (this life) incline, decline experiences desgined in curves, opposing straight lines how would we even define.... what truly aligns the spirit continue, live like there's no finish vulnerable characters to diminish predict my wishes my heart longing for what isn't what was no longer there couldn't stare at what I couldn't bare missed true love by plenty hairs mistakes were obvious I was oblivious thinking of what could've been again Limited trains of thought All I used to sought for, cost a lot it was you, who inspired some tunes formed by the formless wind that creates the dunes Inevitable doom Saudade Under the moon I succumb to you act upon intentions and responses perhaps it's way too soon flowers yet to bloom ideas flowing out the womb mistakes to broom room to improve a struggle before you wake less and less to rake In and out of fantasies can't trust in (reality) question my sanity study my anatomy Zoom passed meaningless blues I’m on my walk... I feel better now examine the highs before I drown again calculate the vitamins narratives written with my fancy stolen pen this is.... idk

99

lost in mysterious shades no aid to what I have played (myself) falling into an illusion the pursuit of love there's no need to desire if it's all around yet, I'm alone in bed wanting to hold someone to sleep the memories are deep I question what I truly seek practicing everyday to communicate feelings art is the result expression through mediums I've always known.. this is what I would do there's no room for people like me, so I'll remain in solitude (i have so many new posters to hang up) my week has been weird, I sleep a lot these days... it's not that I want to... I wake up and lay... think... long for her... my eyes slowly begin to close until... IT'S ******* 1 PM AND I THINK TO MYSELF... I COULD'VE BEEN DOING **** (I reason with myself..."you do work from 10 to 3am...every night of the week) I'm not used to my schedule growing up after college kind of ***** where I want to be will take some work (mostly financially) a stable job... my own place... solitude... good **** soon.. I hope I've been doing my best to overcome yesterdays "self" even though I know ultimately there is no "self" little day by day accomplishments drives the human let me be human with inconsistent reasoning and carelessnes... I'll learn from it ... and also be nothing.. at the same time? isn't it all the same anyway, it's 4:39 am and I always wonder why I'm so drawn to specifying the time in some of my poems it's not that deep... I promise maybe I should be the first person to introduce cubist poetry?? could that be a thing?? just write about different times in my life in a "poetic manner" and jumping to when I was 10 years old busting my first nut the internet was weird for me those days soccer compilation vids of my idols and **** (writer later on becomes a monster and commits suicide) (in my dreams) anyway these days... I feel alive, I was talking to this girl but I know... it won't work time requires some entertainment and I'm just... a piece of **** when it comes to feeling something for someone other than who I'd want to... start a family with... I know right those hopes have evaporated into nothingness and I'm here... I'm capable different people make me realize different things about myself that's why I choose to expose myself... their way of being changes when I let them know... it's okay to be, no pressure no ego we're just a **** load of atoms... communicating (I don't want to believe in anything) I want to learn so many instruments stringed percussion **** I'm on a good track.... I believe I wan't to write my parents symphonies and the girl I miss... I always comeback to that thinking about what to type live for my wrongs to make them right go through the dark to get to the light fear no repercussions, out of perspective sight I feel like I've gone off track it's been a long day I can't wait to wake up tomorrow I might go get some kolaches later... my spot opens in 4 minutes should.. I leave now??? mm.... I'll give it 30 minutes after I post this I may lay down and fall asleep though I never have the desire to eat in the morning gives me more time to plan what I'm going to stuff my face in later on intermittent fasting bro I hear you can sell your art via crypto currency...I've also made research about how it's bad for the environment??? weird... but I want to give the future generations more time to solve modern day dilemmas... like that **** it'd be dumb if I fell asleep mid sentence and my computer died... I'm actually pretty tired... I closed my eyes for 10 seconds and thought 30 minutes had gone by... I'm... hungry though (lol) I think I will go out for those kolaches after ******* all (as my eyes close slowly) I'm here... awake...listening to Polyphia getting hype this solo how the **** my days are numbered so are yours we will all vanish... every word people say about us after we're gone means nothing but will be missed somehow I'm going to end it here the poem hahaha I have... a lot to live for finally

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Feb 24, 2021

Feb 24, 2021 at 6:06 AM UTC

the moment

lost in mysterious shades no aid to what I have played (myself) falling into an illusion the pursuit of love there's no need to desire if it's all around yet, I'm alone in bed wanting to hold someone to sleep the memories are deep I question what I truly seek practicing everyday to communicate feelings art is the result expression through mediums I've always known.. this is what I would do there's no room for people like me, so I'll remain in solitude (i have so many new posters to hang up) my week has been weird, I sleep a lot these days... it's not that I want to... I wake up and lay... think... long for her... my eyes slowly begin to close until... IT'S ******* 1 PM AND I THINK TO MYSELF... I COULD'VE BEEN DOING **** (I reason with myself..."you do work from 10 to 3am...every night of the week) I'm not used to my schedule growing up after college kind of ***** where I want to be will take some work (mostly financially) a stable job... my own place... solitude... good **** soon.. I hope I've been doing my best to overcome yesterdays "self" even though I know ultimately there is no "self" little day by day accomplishments drives the human let me be human with inconsistent reasoning and carelessnes... I'll learn from it ... and also be nothing.. at the same time? isn't it all the same anyway, it's 4:39 am and I always wonder why I'm so drawn to specifying the time in some of my poems it's not that deep... I promise maybe I should be the first person to introduce cubist poetry?? could that be a thing?? just write about different times in my life in a "poetic manner" and jumping to when I was 10 years old busting my first nut the internet was weird for me those days soccer compilation vids of my idols and **** (writer later on becomes a monster and commits suicide) (in my dreams) anyway these days... I feel alive, I was talking to this girl but I know... it won't work time requires some entertainment and I'm just... a piece of **** when it comes to feeling something for someone other than who I'd want to... start a family with... I know right those hopes have evaporated into nothingness and I'm here... I'm capable different people make me realize different things about myself that's why I choose to expose myself... their way of being changes when I let them know... it's okay to be, no pressure no ego we're just a **** load of atoms... communicating (I don't want to believe in anything) I want to learn so many instruments stringed percussion **** I'm on a good track.... I believe I wan't to write my parents symphonies and the girl I miss... I always comeback to that thinking about what to type live for my wrongs to make them right go through the dark to get to the light fear no repercussions, out of perspective sight I feel like I've gone off track it's been a long day I can't wait to wake up tomorrow I might go get some kolaches later... my spot opens in 4 minutes should.. I leave now??? mm.... I'll give it 30 minutes after I post this I may lay down and fall asleep though I never have the desire to eat in the morning gives me more time to plan what I'm going to stuff my face in later on intermittent fasting bro I hear you can sell your art via crypto currency...I've also made research about how it's bad for the environment??? weird... but I want to give the future generations more time to solve modern day dilemmas... like that **** it'd be dumb if I fell asleep mid sentence and my computer died... I'm actually pretty tired... I closed my eyes for 10 seconds and thought 30 minutes had gone by... I'm... hungry though (lol) I think I will go out for those kolaches after ******* all (as my eyes close slowly) I'm here... awake...listening to Polyphia getting hype this solo how the **** my days are numbered so are yours we will all vanish... every word people say about us after we're gone means nothing but will be missed somehow I'm going to end it here the poem hahaha I have... a lot to live for finally

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here with nothing to think trying to express what's worth being said i'm sitting here the bottle is empty typing is tricky if it's not happening around me, should i care? the solo will go on the beat will move move forward lessons to reevaluate something seems off though my schedule is on point hours doing what I love months not seeing who I love months not talking who I adore should i even think anymore when it all ties back to her essence she's moved on perhaps i'm stuck im... not feelings are limited there's more david there's more trust me there's more to inhale think less about a past that doesn't exist everything is straight forward we just make it sound pretty language the ability to communicate in a unique manner we don't all communicate the same way there's easier ways to say things, **** just sounds prettier auditory elegance what am i doing?? bored tonight it's valentines does it even matter idk?! this morning it did tonight feels like any other missing you right now but i dont think about you all the time i'm confused do I truly love you? and if i did why dont you?

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Feb 15, 2021

Feb 15, 2021 at 1:31 AM UTC

valentines

here with nothing to think trying to express what's worth being said i'm sitting here the bottle is empty typing is tricky if it's not happening around me, should i care? the solo will go on the beat will move move forward lessons to reevaluate something seems off though my schedule is on point hours doing what I love months not seeing who I love months not talking who I adore should i even think anymore when it all ties back to her essence she's moved on perhaps i'm stuck im... not feelings are limited there's more david there's more trust me there's more to inhale think less about a past that doesn't exist everything is straight forward we just make it sound pretty language the ability to communicate in a unique manner we don't all communicate the same way there's easier ways to say things, **** just sounds prettier auditory elegance what am i doing?? bored tonight it's valentines does it even matter idk?! this morning it did tonight feels like any other missing you right now but i dont think about you all the time i'm confused do I truly love you? and if i did why dont you?

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i got off at 3:30 today organized my music again, i always plan a drop and make some more always trying to create something better.. for the fun it was always me to take things further it'll always be me to take things farther risky but the purpose will be evident pour everything within every moment, for me a chance to try and live it out live love but there's no one do i even need anyone to feel... like before, the feeling of unification even when all is scattered knowing someone is there with you, more than enough but that goes, like everything and then want research research preserve my nerves i sit and learn i sit and burn i sit and learn i stand and yearn i sleep, it ends i wake,.... here i am again i like this website because there's no character limit maybe there is at 69,000 i miss having *** it's okay though, i'm busy keeping my mind entertained with emotions i can pick up with my hands not really though trying to juggle them i cant mess my life up though.. but i still have to risk it all every rep... risk it all give it, my all create stories with yourself, by yourself let the people come... keep doing

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Feb 3, 2021

Feb 3, 2021 at 8:11 AM UTC

morning(db pull thru)

i got off at 3:30 today organized my music again, i always plan a drop and make some more always trying to create something better.. for the fun it was always me to take things further it'll always be me to take things farther risky but the purpose will be evident pour everything within every moment, for me a chance to try and live it out live love but there's no one do i even need anyone to feel... like before, the feeling of unification even when all is scattered knowing someone is there with you, more than enough but that goes, like everything and then want research research preserve my nerves i sit and learn i sit and burn i sit and learn i stand and yearn i sleep, it ends i wake,.... here i am again i like this website because there's no character limit maybe there is at 69,000 i miss having *** it's okay though, i'm busy keeping my mind entertained with emotions i can pick up with my hands not really though trying to juggle them i cant mess my life up though.. but i still have to risk it all every rep... risk it all give it, my all create stories with yourself, by yourself let the people come... keep doing

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