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 May 2015 Kevin Seiler
glassea
claustrophobia is
screaming
and hearing
your own cries
echo back.
i know it's all in my head, but my gut doesn't
I hate you and want you to die,
just keep the **** out of my eyes
and don't ever try
to love me again.

But please,
please,
love me again.
everything
everything is a bruise
painted and dyed
black and blue

and I'm tired of
I'm so tired of the light
please feed me darkness
I've got blackened blues

with purple and yellow
and green sometimes too
broken blood vessels
just make me miss you
blowing out someone's candle
doesn't make yours
burn any brighter.
I didn't come up with this, cannot remember for the life of me where I heard it. But it's some real profound ****. There's a superfine line between being real & honest & just talking the truth and just talking **** & bein a biggo jelly hater. Don't be a hater.
 May 2015 Kevin Seiler
Rai
I came to read
And read I did until my eyes blurred
The tears smudged out the words
But my heart was full of the pain and darkness
Your heart laid upon a slab
Sacrificial trembling's of some forgotten ceremony
Acted out in style
Every detail
Every single breathe taken
Felt in moments of desire and lose
With each betrayal of time
Within each moment of madness hidden
In spaces so sublime
I found a moment when
Your pain turned into my tears
Walk lightly
Love deeply
Sleep soundly
The light may seem gone
But place your hands upon your heart and know there is still
A place where those we love awaken
And hold us so close
Because we loved and allowed them
The moments they needed
We are connected and separated and each mirror cracks only to show us our true selves ...
Memories, like echoes,
resonate within the
canyons of my soul.
I flipped the table
you told them I was fine

I punched a wall
you told them give me time

I cut my wrist
you told them It was fake

I tried to drown myself
you told them I wouldn't break

I jumped off a bridge
You told them I could swim

I shot myself
Now all Is dim

I finally died
and It wasn't them who cried
He sat down
and reeked of fear
as he silently sipped
upon his beer.

The bright aura
around this fellow
was dandelion flora,
burning yellow.
It takes two to tango
or so they say,
but it only takes me
to Tanqueray.
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