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 Apr 2014 Marcus White
Fudz Lana
Your eyes are telling a tale
Everywhere you go

Your steps are making rhythms
silent and slow

Your head was never high
Nor does your voice

Every tremble of your hands
Every quiver on your lips
I know.
for my lovely friend who had thought for all these years no one has seen the pain in his eyes or the anxiety on his face. I miss you. be strong.
there's a difference in
believing there is something
and
believing in something
 Mar 2014 Marcus White
i
untitled
 Mar 2014 Marcus White
i
there is nothing prettier
than a city at 5 am
with its empty streets and
cold wind.
all rights go to d.c.
 Mar 2014 Marcus White
i
that sharp needle,
that is stuck into your arm,
is telling me that you're gone.
that fatal dose of drugs,
your addiction that was inevitable,
and i didn't stop it on time.

**i am sorry,
love.
i am sorry that i found
you on the bathroom floor
dead, if i only came
earlier, you would have been alive
and breathing.
 Mar 2014 Marcus White
i
do not get too close,
darling,
it is dark inside.
what if all of this is
just a dream?
I know that you tried
so hard but leaps and
bounds only mean
something if what you
land on isn't scrap metal,
isn't the hammer and
nails you used to spell
"MEGAN YOU ARE
BEAUTIFUL" on every
wall you knew I could
see until there were no
blank surfaces left and
I wasn't paying attention
anymore and you decided
to tear the words down
because I took them for
granted. I'm so sorry I
thought the ways you
knew how to love me
weren't right.
 Mar 2014 Marcus White
kasandra
people ask me all the time why I like dubstep, and honestly it's because of the beats and the sounds they make, each beat and rhythm of a song reminds me of a person or a story. most of my favorite songs remind me of you, although they are just beats they tell a story. the strong over powering beats remind me of how hard and fast I fell in love with you & how crazy this roller coaster of our love has been. the lovely melodic beats remind me of the fluttering you left in my heart  last summer , when we sat in the play ground and you kissed me in the jungle gym for the first time in a month. You're beautiful to me, just like beats are. I make beats in my head out of the way you walk, talk, and when we make love. I love you like I love dubstep, I love you immensely.
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