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matt-kuhl
matt-kuhl
American I just enjoy writing
For Rent: All the empty times that I lament To Trade: *a healthy heart that looks more like a ***** For Sale: Everything that helped me to prevail Looking For: Anything I did not have before Disclaimer Goods are liable to be damaged in ever way, shape, and form.
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
Rent
To the ledge, I pledge everything I see and breathe autonomy is cold I bundle up theres an edge thats confronting me with apathy and nowhere else to go guess i'm the end theres a world resting under me I've only seen enough to gander up in search of higher ground someday soon it will crumble and in the rubble there will rest a better place a stronger face
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Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
To Jump
Remorse can rectify the rose From all it's devilish deeds fore it has thrown a knife to those who thrive in subtlety For us with no one to receive the symbol we despise a withered stem would sure portray our intimate demise belittled by the brittle vine We'd join in brotherhood to justify the humble pain that no one understood
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 10:18 PM UTC
No one will accept my rose
where is there it clearly isn't here so I guess it could be anywhere that i am not i cling to those words strung together tethered like rope you gave me love you gave me hope so where the **** are you its been almost a week
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 7:35 PM UTC
Where is There?
This is creation i have lost all hope in gravity hanging here from the bottom of the world on a million miles of dental floss i have simply lost struggling to fight at any cost I am a toast to a sober night the inducer of plight i can't write anymore this is not me it is the last fiber in my existent being I no longer exist I'm at the end of my whits the beginning of vast nothing
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Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
Dangle... Dangle
if i were dying if life was ending if death were pending when lifes pretending if life were leaving if death was pending if life were depleting I'd have no room for sorrow I'd have no need for needing
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Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:52 PM UTC
Deaths Funny, Huh
Remorse can rectify the rose From all it's evil deeds fore it has stuck a knife to those who thrive in subtlety For us with no one to receive the symbol we despise a withered stem would sure portray our intimate demise
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 11:07 PM UTC
**** Roses
today I sought a frequent why fore i would rather sleep then die but given choice, i'd magnify the fotitudes that lay hereby these words are merely present ghosts extensions of this wholesome host who never found their great almost the ghouls in which i've been engrossed with solitude the dark divides a dawn away from my demise this sight is not for somber eyes a thought that brings a sense of prize I've typed again a wretched fleet based upon a dire deciet but history will soon repeat forcing me to press delete
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC
As I Press Delete
What is the burn? I know it's there like a child playing hot lava on a floor with no white spaces it fulfills all of my good graces leaving me with a bullish bitterness i thrive on this its a feeling that no one could ever miss yet i long for as i cling to the molten floor it dismisses me as if i pretend to exist its carefully curated within my lackluster structure I am merely a byproduct of the painfully chilling burn maybe i've grown cold, and its the burn of dry ice on my bare skin maybe, it's within I can take no action until i decide whether or not its fire or glacier fore one wrong more will either cause me to melt or incinerate but like i said, i've grown accustom and attached to the burning sensation sometimes I have a drink with it and we cope through the inebriation but at the end of the day, I sleep soundly on my smoldered sheets thats the issue I don't mind it anymore i need to stay awake I need to live
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Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 11:02 PM UTC
The Burn
It must be melancholy, meaning the world to somebody, who means nothing to the world being mere acquaintances with a musician or perhaps a movie star must be much more fullfilling shaking hands with a king now that could probably equate to more then my Indefinitely inconsistent friendship i long to give you a better man so should you chose a seat next to a man who competes i won't hate you I will only drown in the love that i have for you it is all the love i have ever known it is all the love, that there is it is my entirety I live in your world
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Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 9:12 PM UTC
Your World