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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 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.
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
I dance between the graves Of the bodies that came, but didn't stay Praying to make it home dry There's a storm raging in the sky As if it were a camera's flash Lighting strikes when I think of them Counting back from three to one That perfect moment, forever gone "Always and Forever", etched on the cast Of my broken heart that looks like broken glass And the Jack of Spades fell for the Queen of Clubs But she ran off with The King of Diamonds There's a storm raging in the sky There's a storm raging in this guy There's a storm raging in the sky There's a storm raging...
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Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
A Eulogy for Everyone
Day breaks under the heaviness of night Blue skies and bright light illuminate The scars created under a backdrop of stars Retreat... Battle wounds only show defeat Defeated or defeatist? The ending's the same A  morning masquerade To hide the reason for this slow parade...
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Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
This slow parade...
Time stands still, but the sand drifts away Another "x" crossed off Yet the memory remains Why couldn't you stay instead? You gave me life through blueprints of your eyes You gave me something I never knew existed I've lost, you're gone, you won't return. I will steal every glance I get. I will **** every chance I have. Nothing remains. Perfection is formed in my mind. Perfection's form remains in my mind. Nothing remains. It all goes away...
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
Nothing Remains...
A drug addict's mother will view every overdose as tragic. While most anyone else will think of them as pathetic. A family who has a member **** themselves are filled with a hidden resentment. But those looking over the edge are jealous and happy their pain has ended. A ****** victim always died "too soon and too young." But to his enemies, he was just a target on the run. An accident is just that, and there's no one to blame. So loved ones forever mourn, quietly going insane. Disease is just bad luck mainly. So children left behind often ask, "why me?" Old age and war are the most honorable ways to go. But put yourself in their shoes... the newly departed are finally joining their friends. Death is all about perspective. And it's always a selfish act. Not on those that have left us. But those that want them back.
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
It's all about Perspective.