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kyle-jacob
kyle-jacob
18/M Just your average 18 year old Michigander.
And here I lay Listening to the same God. **** song.. Fighting back tears.. For the one person I wish Was standing next to me tonight Is most certainly locking lips Holding on tightly To someone else Because they were ready. They didn't have any shell To cast off like I do. They didn't need someone To give them a hand And help them up to their feet. Not a question in my mind You went to sleep tonight nuzzled Deep in their chest Peacefully asleep Knowing you were loved. And here I am Wondering how long Would it take For a heart to break From just enough broken heartstrings. For I've lost count As to how many ******* chords were struck And they all sang Such a mournful melody Wishing they were no longer struck With such promise. Only to break.. Over... and over again..
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC
And Here I Am
Darling, Your eyes shine brighter than the stars, That's why you keep me awake at night. Your words run through my mind at a hundred miles an hour, That's why you keep me awake at night. I can still feel your hands lingering on my body, That's why you keep me awake at night. Your fake apologies still soothe my heart, Just enough for me to sleep at night.
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
Keep me awake
Glowing with sadness Bright with grief I, was born a hero I shouldn't leave this world a thief I was broken and hurting I didn't want to see you cry I was filled to the brim with tumors It was ensured that I would die So when I see you blubbering I wonder why you weep The memories and stories made Are there for you to keep Our love it wasn't perfect And now your heart lay on the floor But the time in our infinity Well, I couldn't have asked for more So instead of staying silent And laying down to die Take your heart and leave Please go, be free So I may fly into the light
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
Cancer Stole Her Heart
She felt ugly, from the inside and out Her stomach never small enough to satisfy oneself She turned to her side, and cried while staring at the mirror The reflection that shown back at her, made her feel insecure She said she wasn't hungry, as she began to starve herself The craving that built up inside, did anything but help The bones began to show, and her frown began to widen Her grotesque sticklike figure, began to leave her frightened Finally she realized, she was beautiful before As her sticklike figure faded, and she began to eat once more
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
Ugly
What a beautiful word after all. Who would not love to be a candle for some time, just to have a dark room at his or her entire disposition in which to flick, in which to dance with a windy darkness so very much consumed by the almost carnal desire of possessing the light. Let's pretend for a moment we don't know its meaning. Let's pretend it's just an echo that has trespassed from the past, cracked the arrow of time to reach our ears as delivered by a XIX century candle that was just put out. The flickering of lights should have in fact a sound. In fact, the dancing shadows on the walls should scratch them make them scream the horrors of their silent nature, make the walls dance and not only the cruel appearance of the walls dancing, flickering, as if concrete could play to be wax for just one day. I possibly can prove that all major poets of this language have used it until the poor word died out, until it was no more than a leafless trunk, mere linguistic trunk deprived of the leaves of meaning. But there's no resisting the crucial titillating magic of what gives us the chance of referring to all which is so frail, that could perish by the same gasp that takes from us such frailty.
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 9:06 AM UTC
Flickering
The sound of your voice Could lull me to sleep Not because it's boring but because it's relaxing enough for me to go to sleep normally When my leg used to shake because you were too close but there was no more space left to move It was in excitement and nervousness You would put your ridiculously warm hand on my knee and it would feel warm for a little while You wanted it to stop shaking but you wouldn't force it Your singing that i've heard is quiet and rather croakish It sounded terrible and wonderful It was country music I was listening to fall out boy You were listening to country Such different music preferences
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
Sound and other things
In my closet lie my secrets Shackled in shame, as they huddle in the darkness Fearful of being spilt out for the rest of the world to see Yet silent and unwavering, as they force courage upon themselves Hopeful that they may remain hidden in the cobwebs which hang inside But knowing that one day they may somehow be released Forced to leave their prison of safety, as the truth is revealed As the skeletons spill from the darkness And the secrets from my past come back to haunt me
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
Secrets From The Past
There are stories in your eyes. I never told you how sometimes I fell asleep with the thought that you were perhaps the moon- always disappearing with the dawn.
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
Stay
The rubble lay out, along the broken path And our dreams sit in dissaray Imprisoned in a land of destruction We manage to evade the flames We hope one day we will be freed For curiostiy now controlls us In a land where the wreckage is stacked miles high Hope is all we can hold onto
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
Wreckage
Look at us, black, white, and all colors alike Sitting around, and thinking of life The beautiful colors, and when they'll all fade The day we fall into a slumber, from which we won't awake We'll slip and we'll fall, we will rest alone Surrounded by a world unknown Silent as the past now fades Brings you down, as you cry and ache Do give up, please let go For those colors will soon fade, I know. Yet if somehow you do awaken Don't be surprised to see the world mistaken Broken down and rearranged The people in it, now deranged the colors once so bright and bold Have faded out, and remain no more The beauty of it all is gone You realize you don't belong But don't give up, or walk away For the colors will return one day
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC
If You Wake Up