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eli9q
life is love
you'd run if you could and smile like you should. i wag my tail and roar in hopes to make you soar, but your legs don't work and those arms are no better. you can't walk but **** you have love but love is never enough. a heart as large as the seas, body crippled with a tragic disease. i'll scream till you leave anything to make you believe. she smiles and looks away, looking to give you a brighter day. hope is all she has left but fear has crept and made its home in a heart that should be left alone. i see the spark in her eyes and toot away in my trail of lies. every day i think about my funeral and think i'll be missed. who knows if it's true for i am only a dog slender, soft and sweet, with a heart as big as a peach. this isn't enough. i'm never enough. i just wanted to see you smile but you left me feeling angry and vile. i hope you never pet me again and find me in my cage battered and dead.
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
the dog
Saw an elderly read the obituary Mortality hit me and felt like eternity Private fear in a public sphere Wondering how life is even real Learned a lot this year in times I didn't want to be here Learned a lot this year in times I wanted you near Clocks pass and seconds tick But nostalgia always hits Old friends remind me about the good times New friends make me cherish the time Past friends will always be friends Future friends will will. Friends are family, don't forget So don't spend time in regret And don't regret these memories So you can find time to take the other road and finally accept.
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
accept
looked at your face blew smoke in your eyes it felt right. i guess i'm fine writing between the lines maybe this is what i need i'll plant the seed it will grow, they always do no one will have a clue can't say i miss you can't say i miss you who knew, who knew you wouldn't miss me too it's alright, for tonight it's alright, for tonight i'll just write with the help of your bright i lost my sight, i lost my sight nothing's real, so what to feel to feel? no deal.
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
Feel
she is a volition, the love of my life. took her for one night, and lost all my sight. jumping all around the light of the room the bright over the gloom pleads goodbye to misery. i am here to stay the one who's true every day, always new i will show you the way. bleed on stage, and on the page. lead to tear, and lead to stain. this is pain. gone from my system no one to listen the end is near, loud and clear. know i've said this but she really was on the tip of my tongue. small and pure, small and pure, never again, shall i fall for your lure.
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
molly
what upsets me the most is that if i died she would not miss me as much as i do with her. she would have a boyfriend to run to, a family to hold, friends to support, an education to enjoy, life to behold. all the things, that now mourn her. i started this book, asking for pain, not knowing what was in store. i have felt hell ten times over doing what i can, to numb the pain. i have failed you. i have cried in a crowded room, and now cannot shed a single tear within my own body. see winter in your eyes such beauty and purity in a holy body but i was the fire you could never hold left to crash and burn in the rooms we occupied, the space we filled. so is this the end? maybe, yes, no. i will never know. no yes, i know. she is what dictates this pen. she is who decides if this is the beginning or end. she still exists, i see her on this page. i feel her in my eyes. i see her glow at night. she is my life she is my love she IS life
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
The End
there is no Restart with Her. there is no button to push, no story to rewrite, only tears to cry, and hugs to hold. two hearts become one forever more one stops and so does the other. every time i speak, you will hear her voice. every breath i take, i now take for her. and at night, she is the Mother Nature to my rainfall of tears. i wish i could have saved you. i wish i took the impact. i wish i took the blame. i wish you were a wish i never wished. just a thought, a speck, another particle in life. i'd never been to a funeral. why was yours my first? still find myself trying to rewrite things that already happened you were the apple i always sought but could never hold forbidden, forbidden fruit, i will forever feign and fight to see the brighter side.
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
notes for a funeral, part two
sometimes you speak,                   and i lose the ability to breathe. can't sleep and missing you,                            tell me what else is new. with death,        love, life has depth. i C you in my O - filled lungs,                     alas, all i can do is breathe you out. you are the smoke i long to lose,                               but always hold close. a game i'll never win,                     painted in sins. i'll stop smoking when you appear again,                   promises made on what will never happen. i see you in her eyes. lies.        lies.               lies.
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
CO2
i have dreams where your hand is held by mine. our fingers, lace and intertwine, your simple touch, casts me drunk like wine. i have visions where i bestow you flowers forever, forever blooming! shining in your light, never to die for a life without you must surely be a lie i have hopes. hopes, that you will see the good in me that the wonder i see in you can never be deceived hopes, that will never fall hopes, that if i shall, i choose you as my downfall. i have worries. worries you will find love elsewhere where i must be perfect or else, worries we will not work out, and end up with fractured smiles as the only workout. i have fears. fears so frantic i pace to see you soon. fears you'll fade with the full moon. you, have me. you have me. for as long as i maintain the will to breath, a breath without you near shall be a breath too soon.
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
a broken ode
if love is a battlefield, than my mind must be Chernobyl. a nuclear war zone, befitting, I spent years developing a nuclear war head, that can find lodging in your head. it lays resident on the pillow on my bed, my childhood shed, while bad memories flow like a water drain up ahead, and may remain with me until death. maybe such a stigma on depression exists, because no one still really knows what it is hell, my mind can compute equations, spit out essays, but mental illness? to solve mine would be aimless. it lurks, it attacks, it burns left like a forest fire to churn. eats up your insides, you feel your ending coming close, with no conclusiveness a doctor can diagnose. only if life came with an easy mode, maybe i'd be better off dealing with this alone. this is for all the kids who made Adam's song their song, or find reprieve at the bottom of a **** and find life a little bit too long. can you hear the siren? three, two... seconds to eruption one... boom. no time to snooze. i wake and immediately collapse into pieces. scattered, in the people i will encounter today until i come home empty, no parts of me left to be seen. until i finally fall in bed, close my eyes, count 1, 2, 3, and do it all over again.
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
chernobyl
you want to know why he's depressed. he made a shell distant from his sobriety and lost touch with any sense of piety. Tis' a pity, tis' a pity, he becomes a poor fool, passes away prior to full potential knows only money and *** to be essential, and knows nothing on how to deal with the consequential. fell in love too early only to know it's too late. no promises to rectify, no vows to testify, only his broken brain left to crucify. a battered body broken down in battle with the world around him and the war within him. love is thy kryptonite, drugs are thy dynamite, left to implode in the world he created. he lays in his head, he lies in his head, he has died in his head, and thus makes this death. he lives in everyone's life, knows not one of his own, only knows the boundaries of his zone. Tis' not one of comfort, only discomfort this man is me. this man is me. see my red blood leak on the ledger, my life flow away like a lost feather, hang me loose on the tether. to see sunrise again after tonight? no please, never.
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
feather