tyler-zuniga - Hello Poetry

i don’t care if anyone likes me or not. i don’t find myself caught up in the daily pleasures or indulgences that most of my peers boast about on social media. although, my subconscious find ways to betray what my mind puts in play this means that temptation is nothing until i’m caught under a bridge in the rain trying to swim my way out of the storm in my brain. when my subconscious and conscious greet each other they say **** ME RIGHT? today i yelled at my coworker for stacking the cups in an unorganized fashion. **** ME RIGHT?

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC

a corner inside my brain

i don’t care if anyone likes me or not. i don’t find myself caught up in the daily pleasures or indulgences that most of my peers boast about on social media. although, my subconscious find ways to betray what my mind puts in play this means that temptation is nothing until i’m caught under a bridge in the rain trying to swim my way out of the storm in my brain. when my subconscious and conscious greet each other they say **** ME RIGHT? today i yelled at my coworker for stacking the cups in an unorganized fashion. **** ME RIGHT?

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i’ve come to believe that the definition of love is very broad and complex and is hard to describe. although, i know what love is when i see it. eyes are said to be a reflection of the soul and when two lovers are matched with their counterpart their eyes are stable and confident. an undying trust that is fueled by a desire to be complete. sometimes i wonder; do my eyes shake because the taste of love is something i have not acquired. for my testimony of in doubt passion screams for another who shares the same eyes. eyes that can see my vision of peace. eyes that direct hatred from the soul. eyes that don’t judge nor falter. eyes that know pain. sometimes when i look into your eyes i see my reflection, my vision, my love.

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Jul 15, 2018

Jul 15, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC

love? what’s that?

i’ve come to believe that the definition of love is very broad and complex and is hard to describe. although, i know what love is when i see it. eyes are said to be a reflection of the soul and when two lovers are matched with their counterpart their eyes are stable and confident. an undying trust that is fueled by a desire to be complete. sometimes i wonder; do my eyes shake because the taste of love is something i have not acquired. for my testimony of in doubt passion screams for another who shares the same eyes. eyes that can see my vision of peace. eyes that direct hatred from the soul. eyes that don’t judge nor falter. eyes that know pain. sometimes when i look into your eyes i see my reflection, my vision, my love.

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i smoke cigarettes to blacken my lungs so they can match my heart cough up tar in my morning caffeine that excite the drugs that i impart after i inhale green to forget that i’m alive then i balance it with aderall so that my anxiety will thrive im prepared for the fire because my house has been burned before those glowing flames don’t seem to be so inviting anymore like how drugs come with a fear of peaking when i dip myself in acid then wonder if my brain is leaking somehow i have fit my ambiguity with the thoughts i consider more real death is inevitable but am i really living if i have emotions i cannot feel although i know this is not a dream because the scars i’ve pick at don’t bleed as before and the crow awaits me singing my death as so, nevermore nevermore

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May 13, 2018

May 13, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC

anxiety fiend

i smoke cigarettes to blacken my lungs so they can match my heart cough up tar in my morning caffeine that excite the drugs that i impart after i inhale green to forget that i’m alive then i balance it with aderall so that my anxiety will thrive im prepared for the fire because my house has been burned before those glowing flames don’t seem to be so inviting anymore like how drugs come with a fear of peaking when i dip myself in acid then wonder if my brain is leaking somehow i have fit my ambiguity with the thoughts i consider more real death is inevitable but am i really living if i have emotions i cannot feel although i know this is not a dream because the scars i’ve pick at don’t bleed as before and the crow awaits me singing my death as so, nevermore nevermore

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the wind was blowing from the southwest today. i was infuriated by mostly everything. my mind began feeling a distance from my body when i was a junior in high school. periods of instability. estranged and unengaged i distance myself from society so that i do not act on my sobriety. emotions come in variety. i **** on my anxiety

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Jan 31, 2018

Jan 31, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC

change comes slow

the wind was blowing from the southwest today. i was infuriated by mostly everything. my mind began feeling a distance from my body when i was a junior in high school. periods of instability. estranged and unengaged i distance myself from society so that i do not act on my sobriety. emotions come in variety. i **** on my anxiety

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i’m all too interesting although, unable to relate. consider my personal state, i’m not feeling too great.

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Dec 27, 2017

Dec 27, 2017 at 1:07 PM UTC

antisocial

i’m all too interesting although, unable to relate. consider my personal state, i’m not feeling too great.

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i’m better off gone. so far that i cannot connect so far that i cannot find my mind. for in fact, i am a wanderer, adrenaline addict drug fiend. do not get my wrong when i say i am better off gone. away and untamable. drifting across the oklahoma wind, just as violent and atrocious.

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Dec 24, 2017

Dec 24, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC

oklahoma wind

i’m better off gone. so far that i cannot connect so far that i cannot find my mind. for in fact, i am a wanderer, adrenaline addict drug fiend. do not get my wrong when i say i am better off gone. away and untamable. drifting across the oklahoma wind, just as violent and atrocious.

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dripping in gold, eye contact is fatal. i think i am unable to relate, amongst my interpersonal debate. relax time, contain my glow. it’s warm in december, the weather changes without snow.

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Dec 22, 2017

Dec 22, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC

golden flesh, melted brains

dripping in gold, eye contact is fatal. i think i am unable to relate, amongst my interpersonal debate. relax time, contain my glow. it’s warm in december, the weather changes without snow.

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**** around too many thoughts in my head they need to breath they need to be i’ve turned my anxiety inside out and broken through the wall. substance user feeling abuser i am the ghastly ideas that pace under your bed at night the man in the corner at a short glance. feel my pain because i have none left. clear skies reflect white lies i don’t want to change my brown eyes

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Dec 12, 2017

Dec 12, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC

strife

**** around too many thoughts in my head they need to breath they need to be i’ve turned my anxiety inside out and broken through the wall. substance user feeling abuser i am the ghastly ideas that pace under your bed at night the man in the corner at a short glance. feel my pain because i have none left. clear skies reflect white lies i don’t want to change my brown eyes

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is it weird that i can see our future? we’re not together but baby i have a plan. oh someday we’ll be ready for each other but not now, we’re too very young to be in love. it’s always been you you and you again i choose you every time. are you aware that i still think about you? the impression you left. amazing. do you plan out the things we’ll do as i do? oh i think of you. someday i’ll be ready. we’ll float the seas and save the bees. only for you. again and again. i choose you.

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Nov 22, 2017

Nov 22, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC

i choose you

is it weird that i can see our future? we’re not together but baby i have a plan. oh someday we’ll be ready for each other but not now, we’re too very young to be in love. it’s always been you you and you again i choose you every time. are you aware that i still think about you? the impression you left. amazing. do you plan out the things we’ll do as i do? oh i think of you. someday i’ll be ready. we’ll float the seas and save the bees. only for you. again and again. i choose you.

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my dismal attitude is still there, although the downcast of my emotions hit it's peak yesterday. today i am deranged and infuriated. not by the fact that i am alone, which is my preference, but at way the irking wind blew against my sleeve on my way to class this morning. i despise the contented souls who have never fantasized about death and it's properties.

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Nov 3, 2017

Nov 3, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC

what is my existence

my dismal attitude is still there, although the downcast of my emotions hit it's peak yesterday. today i am deranged and infuriated. not by the fact that i am alone, which is my preference, but at way the irking wind blew against my sleeve on my way to class this morning. i despise the contented souls who have never fantasized about death and it's properties.

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