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Anchor Me"My father was a sailor / He sailed the seven seas. / He took his ship all over
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Feb 17, 2010
and the world still turnsThe heart and the brain are at war / The beat goes to the synapses and makes them snap / The rubber band on the makeshift guitar
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Dec 17, 2012
birchi'm standing / nay, protruding / from this crowd of conformants
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Mar 15, 2012
Confessions of a #2 Ticonderoga Pencil. Part IForget Me / I’m just a tool / You use me more than anyone else
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Jan 7, 2010
Confessions of a #2 Ticonderoga Pencil. Part III'm sitting on a shelf, wrapped in plastic, with maybe a millimeter of space between me and my partner. We all look the same, but really it's just a mask. That cheery yellow overcoat; the perfect, clean ridges, the sparkling tattoo written in green, all of it a lie. For soon my body will be devoured. My truths will be exposed. The black point that holds all knowledge will be revealed, layer by layer, inch by inch. I don't know what kind of treatment I will recieve but there are plenty of possibilities. I may be used for knowledge, for love letters, for art beyond my wildest dreams. I may be used as a distraction from any little thing. I may also be abused; my skin pierced, bitten, the flesh ruined. My knowledge may be broken, or worse I may be left alone in the dust. The worst possible thing, even worse than any injuries, is to be abandoned and be wasting away. For my life isn't worth living if there's nothing to do, nobody to inspire, and if my yellow overcoat of lies stays the same length forever. If my disgustingly pink brain is not used and my knowledge stay intact, there may be a chance that I could be used, but theres always that chance that I won 't be. I stare at my companions, some are eager, others terrified, but on the outside, we all look the same. For us time is frozen, until someone makes the first kill.
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Feb 21, 2010
Hate is a strong word and that's just too badI hate it when I cant / Stop / Thinking
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Jan 7, 2010
Help I'm Alive“To be or not to be, that is the question” / The answer, still unclear / Cans’t we be and not be at the same time?
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Oct 7, 2011
Just Wait (a slam poem)Just wait / Laughter / That presence within your catharsis
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Oct 15, 2011
lets go to the clubbeats. / bass. / bass beats.
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Mar 4, 2013
movie set at universityLights,camera.... / Watching people / People watching
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May 16, 2013
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