justin-surgentWhisper

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Black and WhiteBlack and white / No color divides / The lines between the world I see
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CactiLove poems are stupid, / Because in only a few months time / They’re likely falling to pieces;
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UnemployedI’m unemployed / And old enough to realize / That’s just not cool,
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ConjunctionsPeople have asked why / I use so many conjunctions / And
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WineI think tonight is a / Drink wine, discuss life / And smoke-cigarettes-while-I-fume
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TomorrowI missed you today, / A little more than yesterday / But not as much
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SarahSarah, / Sarah Sarah, / Sometimes I worry about you Sarah
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Once Upon a V-8 EngineOne time, when I was ten or eleven years old, for a holiday or something my uncle bought me a model set of a scale V-8 engine. He knew I was into cars, but without kids himself, had no idea that this kind of gift was worlds beyond my preteen intellectual abilities. It fell to the wayside that year, useless in comparison to the easy to open, assemble and operate toys my parents bought me instead. / I had completely forgotten about this model until one night in college when I couldn’t sleep because I was too wrapped up in my own existential crises of the time and too nostalgic looking at all the old car posters in my room. I remembered the V-8 engine, and how even at 21 I couldn’t name a single part in a car engine, let alone assemble one, which was sad because I had been driving them five years at that time. So, with some sort of unexplained sense of unfinished accomplishment, I felt a need to finish it. Or really, to start it. / I got out of bed and started to tear apart my closet, piece by piece, coming across old articles of clothing I never wore, a few aging airsoft guns and even a few smaller models I never assembled, but alas, no V-8 engine. With my labors unyielding, I grabbed a flashlight and headed quietly to the attic, hoping that would be lend a more fruitful search. It took me a little digging and a lot of splinter avoiding in my bare feet, but finally I found it. I blew most of the dust off the box, removing more with my hands, and held the box in my hands like a treasure. It was smaller than I remembered, and the age on the box said 12+, which now looking back on it means I should have been easily able to complete it when I got it.
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WeaknessI want to say I’m weak for wanting / But I’m human, and we’re all inherently weak, / And we all want what we can’t have
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PerseveranceThere isn't enough I can say about perseverance and doing what you know is right. It doesn't matter how much you want it, you want her, you want anything. / When you know it's wrong, it's wrong. Even if they define the wrong themselves. / Even if all you wanted was what you had, but for a little longer.
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