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denver-elijah-bijlsma
denver-elijah-bijlsma
Canadian The only point of life is the one you make for yourself.
You sit there complaining, Your life isn't quite what you thought. All you're doing is retaining, What **** is fed to you and taught. Ignorant to the suffering, Caring less and less each day. Just waiting for the buffering, And that final weeks pay. You think your contributing? You think your improving? Hate to rain on your parade of facades, But nobody cares, You first world gutter ****
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
Woe Is You
It's been 3 years. 3 years we haven't heard your voice, Seen your face, laughed with you. You lived one month in the new year, 3 years ago, before you decided Life wasn't getting any better. I thought remembering you would get hard, But I've never done anything easier. I remember the dream I had after you left, You had come back for just one day, To say your farewells and make amends. I hope I never forget that dream. Well Martin, you're not forgotten, you're still missed, you're still loved. I hope your at peace. -Your Friend
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Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
A letter to the Departed
I've collected for years. Not only coins, and stamps, But grudges and hate. A collection of hate the size of Jay Leno's car collection. Back in the medieval days I could act on my hate, I could go out and **** and not be judged. These days, I have to let it fester inside me...
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
Festering Feelings
Dear ****** Departed, You always deserved better, Now you're ****** by the Gods. Sworn to be remembered, But bound to be forgotten. **** you, dear departed.
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 4:39 AM UTC
The ****** Departed
The land that was three, That became One. At the hands, unified by a Scudder. An island, free from plastered ads, And fake lives. A place that mother nature Will brutally beat in the worst of times, A place that mother nature Will bless in the most common of times. My heaven is waiting for me there, Just south.
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 4:11 AM UTC
Nirvana
I want to **** like they do it on T.V. It's always so easy. I want to feel like they do on T.V. It's always so real. "Every man has a beast inside" Well I want to uncage mine. I want to set the monster free. You'll see, nothing will be fine, When the beast is loose, that is me.
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
What I desire
My Kingdom come, My will be ******* done. I'm sick of all the lies, I'm through with the ******** We're all just mayflies, Spawning into our grit. I sought you in my dark age, But what I found was abandonment. Now I've been left with hate and rage, Now within my thoughts, you're ancient. Your ******* dead to me. You abandoned me. You destroyed me. But **** you, I still don't need you. I'll crush your kingdom, Burn it to the god ****** ground, I'll rebuild it all and spit in your face.
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
My Kingdom Will be Done.
This year feels reminiscent of the last, Another set of commercialized holidays, A life destroyed by the happenings of my past, I can't fathom a day clear from my haze. I still can't write, I still can't draw, and everyday I awake with a new flaw. Take me to court and steal my life, Slit my filthy throat with my knife. I truly wish to not be here, everyday I grow in fear. Is my time now here?
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
2015
Every night his head rests upon me Each day the weight of his thoughts and burdens grow Can no one honestly see His desire for happiness and life will no longer flow Alone, trapped in a nightmare Waiting to feel the fall and wake He has created his own lair And wont let anyone in for their own sake All I can do is sit here and watch Oh look, what a surprise, another notch His sorrow is flattening me And I believe its time for people to see.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
Poem of Lonliness
I'm sick of the world's ******** I'm sick of life's tragedies But I'm in Love But its not romantic Its not living Its not intimate This Love I have Is reserved for the drugs That keep me alive.
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC
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