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hippiehandwriting
hippiehandwriting
A modern guy trailing in the nostalgic stardust of the Beatniks and Hippies...
i learned that my heart is as large as my fist, but that doesn't mean that it is as strong
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
science vs. emotion
Who am I? What do I want from life? Why do I want this life to cease to continue, yet cling to it? I suppose it's because, as broken and depressing and sad and lonely as it is It's mine...
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 6:29 AM UTC
Mine
You look so alone Asleep, holding your stuffed unicorn; Pierre in your arms But your sleeping face looks like It longs for someone Wrapped up in your blanket Arms holding a stuffed animal Peaceful sleeping you With a face that looks so alone I wish I could be there I wish you were in my arms I wish I could kiss you and watch you sleep and feel blissful with you I miss you I love you...
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
Watching You Dream
My day went so well And so did my birthday the night before But every great time in my life has ended badly Every happy moment is only ever so temporary And I haven't eaten and I feel sick But I'm not hungry I just want to curl up and die in my bed I just wish I could get these thoughts out of my head I'm so confused I need some ***** I asked a friend to get me Jack Daniels Because it's a couple days overdue for birthday depression And drinking myself to sickly sleep Shot after shot I just want to waste away I just want to sleep forever I just want to listen to flatsound And cry And cry And cry And I'm about to cry myself to sleep...
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Happiness is Temporary
A wonderful day spent with friends I love Two old, one new You guys are great Even if one of you is shy The other is a little all over the place And the third… Oh the third how I love her And the entire time I had to focus On anything other than the fact That all I wanted to do was hold her, To kiss her, to lay my head upon hers And be stricken with bliss and love And all those other feelings But nonetheless I loved tonight I loved helping you paint I loved speaking in inside jokes A tongue only we will ever really understand I loved your family Even when the younger ones were getting on your nerves I loved meeting Roxxi, She was a riot And all those wonderful things we all did Eating French silk Doritos Drinking every last drop of lemonade Pointing out my abnormally large pupils I never did say, large pupils are a sign of attraction People have looked at large pupils as a sign of attraction since Egypt, I guess you’re my Cleopatra And when you held my hand I couldn’t help But feel butterflies in my stomach I wanted to hold it forever and never let go I wanted to grasp it as if it were all that mattered And I did...
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
Art Night
It comes in blankets Grey blankets that cover the sky And it churns in blue and black Like purple bruises painting the sky I want to cry But the tears won’t come So I’m stuck looking out window Searching for any bit of sun I can see Only stormy eyes show themselves though And tears streak cheeks And if I cry myself to sleep every night That’s only for me and the stars to know They twinkle knowingly at me in the dark And I want to yell at them Don’t tell a soul But they ignore me They tell me I’m sad And I knew that already But I only see the stars when my grey blankets are gone
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Grey Blankets
Smoke hanging in the air The feeling of falling is not fair Lisping out my empty thoughts In the form of shots Poured out one after another Drunk off of you I’m intoxicated by your presence But your love is not present I once thought I was falling for you But I was just falling for your lies I was in love with those eyes But they were just a disguise Hiding the real you You’re the masked bandit Covered with lies, but all I want is truth I want to know the real you I want to really love you Feeling this mutual feeling With no mutual ground My razor kissing my skin Instead of your lips I never thought falling in love Would mean falling out I never thought kisses would turn into stitches I guess thats what happens when You get love drunk
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC
Love Drunk (Collab with Ella Bella)
Men don't cry But maybe these tears are the past, Waiting to be let out Or fear of the future, Afraid I might follow those footsteps Men don't cry But these tears are very real These lips are trembling I cannot speak My nose is a stuffed torrent My eyes are flooding My vision is clouding Men don't cry But I'm sobbing into my pillow Men don't cry But I keep on falling apart Men don't cry But I lost it MEN. DON'T. CRY. ...But I've broken today
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Men Don't Cry
Smoke hanging in the air The feeling of falling is not fair Lisping out my empty thoughts In the form of shots Poured out one after another Drunk off of you I’m intoxicated by your presence But your love is not present I once thought I was falling for you But I was just falling for your lies I was in love with those eyes But they were just a disguise Hiding the real you You’re the masked bandit Covered with lies, but all I want is truth I want to know the real you I want to really love you Feeling this mutual feeling With no mutual ground My razor kissing my skin Instead of your lips I never thought falling in love Would mean falling out I never thought kisses would turn into stitches I guess thats what happens when You get love drunk
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
Love Drunk (collab with HippieHandWriting)
She's on her way To have the night of her life And I'm here She's on her way To dance and kiss him And I'm in bed She's already there And they're kissing And they're going to dance And she's going to love every minute of it But I'm still here And she's going to call me when it's over And tell me how wonderful it was And I can already feel her overjoyed words But I'm here Alone and depressed And I can swear they're going to **** But I'm just going to act happy for her And I'm going to pretend it doesn't **** me And I'll just ignore those depressed thoughts Because her happiness is what's important And my life is about making other peoples' lives happy To hell with my own happiness To hell with my own life At least she's going to have a great time
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
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