nicholas-james-berlincourt

When you get older.. When you get out of your twenties. Your start to keep your hair closer to your skull If you're me. You start keeping your words closer to your heart in fear of vanity. You start keeping your self closed a little bit up. in fear of fear itself. When you feel old. When you grow in to yourself & your love. You start to keep your sanity closer to your skull.

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May 3, 2019

May 3, 2019 at 11:03 PM UTC

Hairskull

When you get older.. When you get out of your twenties. Your start to keep your hair closer to your skull If you're me. You start keeping your words closer to your heart in fear of vanity. You start keeping your self closed a little bit up. in fear of fear itself. When you feel old. When you grow in to yourself & your love. You start to keep your sanity closer to your skull.

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Some things make you want to die. Some things make you want to never go outside. Tell tall tales of old times Selling signs of the good life. Creep inside the old mind trap yourself in a contest of road signs. Be the last one to find the real reason that we all decide to be quiet.

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Jul 19, 2016

Jul 19, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC

Be Quiet.

Some things make you want to die. Some things make you want to never go outside. Tell tall tales of old times Selling signs of the good life. Creep inside the old mind trap yourself in a contest of road signs. Be the last one to find the real reason that we all decide to be quiet.

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Love everything. Love the people berating your job. Love the sick and tired that can't be happy anymore. Love the people who never loved anything in their life. Love the animals who don't know any better. Love the lost & found. Love the tired & cold. Love the ex girlfriend or ex boyfriend or ex-wife or husband. Love yourself Love yourself Love yourself Love yourself, for once.

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Apr 30, 2016

Apr 30, 2016 at 2:55 AM UTC

Love the things.

Love everything. Love the people berating your job. Love the sick and tired that can't be happy anymore. Love the people who never loved anything in their life. Love the animals who don't know any better. Love the lost & found. Love the tired & cold. Love the ex girlfriend or ex boyfriend or ex-wife or husband. Love yourself Love yourself Love yourself Love yourself, for once.

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Today I sat forever in a coma, locked away behind my thoughts. I thought i'd lend my obvious arm strength, I thought i'd lend my bleeding heart. You were allowed to run around - 'my mother never spoke of luck.' He tied his soul to old apartments. This poem is ruined because i'm drunk.

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Jun 2, 2015

Jun 2, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC

Because i'm drunk/

Today I sat forever in a coma, locked away behind my thoughts. I thought i'd lend my obvious arm strength, I thought i'd lend my bleeding heart. You were allowed to run around - 'my mother never spoke of luck.' He tied his soul to old apartments. This poem is ruined because i'm drunk.

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Sometimes, in the dark. There is a note, stuck to the door. It is cut into the shape of a flower & reads more like a thorn. "I don't want to be stuck." You only ever told me it once, when it could have been a hundred times.

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May 17, 2015

May 17, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC

There is a note.

Sometimes, in the dark. There is a note, stuck to the door. It is cut into the shape of a flower & reads more like a thorn. "I don't want to be stuck." You only ever told me it once, when it could have been a hundred times.

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Today the ghosts in our lives aren't some old forgotten spirit. They are the lovers & con-men that we meet. They are the people that once said something that made sense & you never got to properly thank them. Another endless explanation of how this goes.

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Dec 21, 2014

Dec 21, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC

Another endless

Today the ghosts in our lives aren't some old forgotten spirit. They are the lovers & con-men that we meet. They are the people that once said something that made sense & you never got to properly thank them. Another endless explanation of how this goes.

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Timing takes away from us the gold medals of our youth. From plastic souvenirs that break to timeless records without use. No overstylistic amalgam- -just black or white to choose. A safety blanket or mid-life crisis- what's left of us to lose? With imagined money & imaginary love what good is "good" for bargained luck? - I spoke of dreams I could not see, could not feel, nor breathe, nor touch. - I used to feel what I may be, now I wait around and rust.

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC

Rust.

Timing takes away from us the gold medals of our youth. From plastic souvenirs that break to timeless records without use. No overstylistic amalgam- -just black or white to choose. A safety blanket or mid-life crisis- what's left of us to lose? With imagined money & imaginary love what good is "good" for bargained luck? - I spoke of dreams I could not see, could not feel, nor breathe, nor touch. - I used to feel what I may be, now I wait around and rust.

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I was once in a dream but don’t feel so anymore. I used to take pills and would feel like a bore. I used to have nights where i’d stay up and drink. I used to sing songs that meant something to me. I used to believe in Ghosts, but now I just don’t doubt. I used to stay indoors, now I can’t wait to get out.

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC

USEDTO-SINGSONGS

I was once in a dream but don’t feel so anymore. I used to take pills and would feel like a bore. I used to have nights where i’d stay up and drink. I used to sing songs that meant something to me. I used to believe in Ghosts, but now I just don’t doubt. I used to stay indoors, now I can’t wait to get out.

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Staying up on nights that dont matter. Listening to music that holds a key to forgotten locks She breathes like an old flame. Sings like the greatest of godesses. I knew her then.. She had some temple to watch over, be it in herself or her lovers after me. The road pulled her feet not the other way around. My one wish was that you’d someday want me. While I keep my soul somewhat untethered and blowing in the wind.. I keep it on a first name basis with you only. But the reality is is that you get to become a movie a poster encased in bright lights - An overpaid actor who doesn’t understand the dialogue quite right. You get to become my favorite movie.. The one I never watch again. The one I memorize every stupid line Just to make sure I fall asleep before I feel a thing.

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Apr 19, 2013

Apr 19, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC

2:52 AM/Rain/Booze/Cannabis

Staying up on nights that dont matter. Listening to music that holds a key to forgotten locks She breathes like an old flame. Sings like the greatest of godesses. I knew her then.. She had some temple to watch over, be it in herself or her lovers after me. The road pulled her feet not the other way around. My one wish was that you’d someday want me. While I keep my soul somewhat untethered and blowing in the wind.. I keep it on a first name basis with you only. But the reality is is that you get to become a movie a poster encased in bright lights - An overpaid actor who doesn’t understand the dialogue quite right. You get to become my favorite movie.. The one I never watch again. The one I memorize every stupid line Just to make sure I fall asleep before I feel a thing.

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My father is a hypocrite, my mother was a saint. My brother has his own life now Myself? I need a drink. My fathers father died a drunk his wife buried with a bottle of wine. My mothers mother died too soon & now i’m worried about mine. My aunts & uncles have their share of wealth & poverty. The wrong ones live while the good ones die & I wonder how that can be. My father became what his money attained My mother let him go. 18 years of untrue love with nothing left to show. A son who couldn't stop lying just to prove himself. The other, simply trying to make the best of Hell.

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Apr 3, 2013

Apr 3, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC

Headstones for old bones.

My father is a hypocrite, my mother was a saint. My brother has his own life now Myself? I need a drink. My fathers father died a drunk his wife buried with a bottle of wine. My mothers mother died too soon & now i’m worried about mine. My aunts & uncles have their share of wealth & poverty. The wrong ones live while the good ones die & I wonder how that can be. My father became what his money attained My mother let him go. 18 years of untrue love with nothing left to show. A son who couldn't stop lying just to prove himself. The other, simply trying to make the best of Hell.

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