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nathan-machesky
Burn or get burned; doesn't seem to matter To feel.. all was lost in translation translated into the formation of who I am now I feel alive; waking up, breathing, my heart is still beating but that's just about all there is to me Emotions.. I don't understand or grasp what these are anymore Free will.. almost laughable at this point I've just been acting on impulses of what I conceive to be right and wrong It's what I'll continue to do, I suppose Acting on ethics and not morality This life is not one that I've chose
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
3rd Degree
Oh, sweet disposition We seem to have opposing opinions On most of your past decisions Back when we played different positions In all of our parallel missions We're trapped within mental prisons Stuck keeping each other closer than a distance Oh, sweetest disposition You have the most striking persistence Wouldn't count on you a single provision No need for alcohol, drunk off you in any instance And your silhouette blurs my vision When you go missin' You know who I'm missin' My bittersweet disposition
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May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
Sweetest Disposition
I always wake up in some ash & sweat, laying wondering what happened after last night began. What a joke...  There was smoke, 14 people at most, And plenty of liquid to make you choke.  I always forget what did and what could have been, Who was there, and who had their livers spent with consciousness bent. But these words in my head.. The ones that I've never said.. Will carry me away once I hit my bed.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
The Mornings After...
I'll drift slow and steady When I hit shore I'll be ready Letting waves shift the heavy From my shoulders With will power To move boulders. I just hope I don't grow any colder.
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
The sea breeze
When the puppeteer severes the strings you're left to see that nothing was as it seemed The master then stars in a new show while you're left aside to be content in sorrow Candid knots are what the strings became tightened around the heart for strain arrest of the cardiacs are to blame for the brain not to make sense of these games.
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC
Content Mannequin
Disassembled me into your view of some abstract art The gallery would have went smoothly if every actor played their part you, yourself have tugged longly at a fresh, rhythmic heart even though you secured it onto my sleeve you never did put me back like I was in the start once I came apart
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
Surgery Room Art Gallery
Positive vibes spread like wildfires Return to the world something to admire Forget sorrows to smile at a stranger A smile can make a stranger stay until later They may walk on by They may smile back It might **** a cry It might stop an attack The process will repeat ...and repeat From all of upleft elite To the downright deadbeat
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
Light A Match
Believing yourself before being able to question yourself Calling before seeing the cards you've been dealt Building with blocks, creating imagination before building walls, creating distance As you grow older and not colder you find that your imagination turns to pretending and pretending turns to wishes Breathing fresh life, before scarring your own flesh rights Spending time, without understanding sleepless nights Seeing clearly before squinting to read between the lines Hearing symphonies before tolerating lies I imagine, I pretend, I wish, I were young again.
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
Youth
Isn't it crazy How we'll burn a wall for a picture. Isn't it crazy How we'll waste life for a scripture Yeah, it's crazy but we all grow a little bit sicker Yeah, it's crazy but the path doesn't get clearer We're all just ficticious stories unweaving our beginnings to write our own ends As ink runs out to stories from blood filled pens we'll wonder if we really ever got to blend
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Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
Yeah, It's Crazy
And I'm sitting here tonight underneath the influence Cold pennsylvania nights give persistence to the obvious I might regret the end of nights in this province The wonderful feeling I have, I won't stop this
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC
Pennsylvania Nights