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Luke Martin Nov 2014
How to
How to
How to
But we never ask why to
Who to
And
Where to.
So we learn our how's and forget our why, who, and where. Then as we continue to learn this how and that how we start to realize where our where's went. Who is who? Until we're sitting here pleading to know why we've lost our whys.
Then the single most important thing that is above our how, why, who, and where's.
What.
And that is the meaning of life.
Luke Martin Nov 2014
You'll look at me now. Call me "Gay" or "***". That's alright. Whatever makes you happy. Revenge is something that grows though. With my age I'll prosper. I'll get larger. My arms will drip with ink. My mind as sharp as ever. My face and jaw defined.

Yet you won't.

You'll sink into regrets. You won't find love,  you'll settle for cheap women. Your addictions will grow. You'll sink into a depression that I once knew.

So please, be my guest. Insult me until your heart (or lack thereof) is content.
Luke Martin Nov 2014
Cigarette butts dangling from cracked lips.
*** appeals finest hour.
Taking its time from acting in the day.
Lust filled nights.
Life written like a cabaret.
Meant to appeal to the senses.
When the senses are all dead and gone.  
Washed away into an abysmal sea.
Thoughts aren't created to be traced.
Merely here for listening.
Thank You for Listening.
Luke Martin Nov 2014
She woke up


Her heart is torn


Her eyes are sore


Her lips are swollen shut





She's back down


Her dreams are farther still


Her mind is filled


With images of flashy cars





[Little sleeping girl


Go back to bed


Little sleeping girl


Get out of his head]





She fell out.


Her arms all shake


Her heart does quake


Her head crashing down





She stands up


Her bed is a mess


Her body is undressed


And nobody is coming for her





[Little sleeping girl


Go back to bed


Little sleeping girl


Get out of his head]





She let out a tear

Her calloused hands

Her feet in quick sand

Her heart picking up her pace



She crawls back to bed

Her mind grows numb

Her lips and her thumbs

Now have no way of feeling pain



[Little sleeping girl


Go back to bed


Little sleeping girl


Get out of his head]

— The End —