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Anthem Oct 2017
I'm not enlightened, or righteous. Nothing I love is original. I'm a cynic, a bore, a parasite. A festering wound that should have long scabbed over by now. I'm only happy when I'm miserable.  And yes, it's easy to draw them in, and even to hold them for a while. But, eventually, it sets in. So, give me a chance. and I can make you happy, too.
Anthem Oct 2017
Not worth-less, but worth-it.
Anthem Oct 2017
and you walk around with a soul in your pocket all the while. the whispers breathe like smoke. we're all so many lonely suicides. some nights the radio is always on but still we hear the wolves, pacing just outside the door. as she held your hand, you leaned in close. he'd burn in a town without fire, she said. mark her words. i've been wandering towards salvation ever since.
Anthem Oct 2017
some mornings, i just sit and watch the sea. the tide is some wondrous leviathan. it arrives at the same time everyday, seething with such perfect purpose. the air is fresh and the sense of potential is tangible.

and when it leaves, it takes all my troubles with it.
Anthem Oct 2017
You can't win them all; a man is who he is, and killing's no way to make a living. Some thing like that, you can't take back. Right, wrong, whatever. That stink will stick. Still, each night you run on home to mother and tell her "everything's going to be alright," and you know it is, because there's always enough love in the valley.
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Anthem Oct 2017
Who said it would be easy? I mean, no one survives. We watch what we love wither and die. There's so much artificial light. All the things you go through, they stay with you. And you've tried, because you're supposed to.

There are colors in your eyes that the rainbow will never know.

That is all. Goodnight.
Anthem Oct 2017
swollen, pushed to the edge
                                and no one remembers the price
                                           holding so tightly
                               could we ever trust honest again?

On the way home, I stopped at the field. Standing at the edge, I was greeted by a million tiny faces and they were all asking the same question. "If you really don't care, then why are you so angry all the time?"
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