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edgar-e-tobias
American “I just like the idea of figure 8, of figure skaters trying to make this self-contained perfect thing that takes a lot of effort but essentially goes nowhere.” / / - Elliott Smith
If I admitted, that you still hostage my love Now if I admitted, would I turn into the one that you want No, this is something I doubt If I released, all of my inner thoughts Yeah, if I told you, it was you I picked out No, I doubt, that that'd be enough If you were to come home, with a smile on your face Oh Kali, please come home, another day I can't take ..."No, I love you more from far away." "I love you more -" "Like I said, from far away."
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
Doubt
I send out little requests Like, "listen to what I'm listening to" Not because I'm depressed I just want to somehow be connected with you
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
White Noise
I think this is destined for forever, but I'll always hate and love her till my very last breath.
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 4:57 AM UTC
Untitled
I don't want to give you the satisfaction Of knowing how much I adore you No, I don't want to show any reaction When you say, "I miss you" You were and will always be my sunshine Even when you make me feel like **** Cuz it is mostly in the pitch of night When you forget your sunrise kisses If every guy treated you like an angel Like the ones that I pray to Yeah, if they were all capable I wouldn't be the one you come back running to Between the moments they call you back When they do I return To the slack of rope around my neck To the liquid burn You could have been my Eve It was me who propped you up To grab the apple from the tree I guess you always kind of were If there's such thing as a Heaven I'm pretty sure I've been there And if I were to go again It'd be your love that takes me there Take me there...
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 4:39 AM UTC
Midnight Pleas to Your Sunrise Kisses
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder Thank god... I held her. Would it be better if I never met her? Wish I... Could forget her. If I held you, but don't hold you now Laid my eyes on you But I don't see you now Does that make you ugly Are you a disfigured scowl Or, is it just resentment Playing tricks on me now Who's this weeks holder? Who sees you like I saw you then? Who's with you playing strip poker? Who holds their cards tight? Now as you reveal your chest An arm's length Is close enough to still touch An arm's race You will **** to get what you want Why can't you see? You have more to offer this world Than temporary Satisfaction they found in some girl Cuz you have more Than an arm to offer this world Poison drips in to your brain... We are both in love With the same thing I cannot be saved But I have hope for you.
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
Kali, the Destroyer.
Armchair and arms up. Bottle on the side table. Eyes open wide, unable to sleep. Thoughts creep into a shaking skull. Hands shake and grip the bow. He pulls his scream across a string, because his throat won't voice his weariness. The sound's more than just pain, and it tells more of his aching bones than it should. He plays the tears he can't show, and it's understood as the instrument moans. That's all he needs to show a world that doesn't know what his pain sounds like. He'd talk about it if he could. Rachmaninov understood.
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
Vocalise from Closed Throats
**** you, Pavlov.
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
Withdrawal PT 4
I'm better now. Beat. Shake. Hands shake. You okay? Blink. "I'm fine." (Don't think. It's not a crime to feel like your skin doesn't fit.) To not really want to quit any more. Hands shake. Beat. Blink. Break. Boots quake. Blisters pop inside your brain. You okay? Blink. What? "Sorry. Just not sleeping well." (Going through Hell. Can't tell you that.) I'm fine. Thanks for the sympathy. (Throw me a line.)
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
Withdrawal PT 3
I have your card but I don't have your number I try to recall but its hard to remember A plan, tonic, mixed with your half slumber Just because they pretend doesn't mean that they care I read your words and its easy to see That you've been a basketball after everyone from me Passed around like you were hot gossip But they all left once you gave what they wanted Why was it so hard to accept what I offered? We both did things to anger each other And after that we realized It was ourselves we came to despise I'm tired of faking Tired of playing this act I'm sick of pretending Pretending like I couldn't care less Don't tell me your number I'll only falter In the act of moving on Don't tell me your number Cuz these images Will be my roadblock.
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Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
What's Your Number?
Relax, I'm finished Feel free to open your eyes, look and see What I've removed from you... Sat back, I relish These acts I can't undo, prove to me I didn't take back what was mine... Heartless, harlots always are Heartless, our bodies now on par Feel free, to express I cackle at the thought I ask but I know you cannot do... Did you, expect this Myself even I've surprised Before me, slain, you are strewn... Last kiss, open mouthed, and agape Last kiss, I have made you smile From cheek to ******* cheek Heartless, I cackle at the thought Heartless, finally you really are I have finally made you smile From cheek to ******* cheek Our bodies now on par...
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
A Joyous of Endings