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IsReaL E Summers Oct 2015
Some things,
I do really well.
Other things,
Eh, not-so-much.
Haha
But seriously,
What the **** man!
Can I just live and stay my hand?
Branded disbanded
He commanded that I be banished.  
'Like speaking spanish
The linguistics twisted
Not nearly gifted enough in language.
A soul in anguish
All of my control is been vanquished.
Heap on the coals and the ashes
For my Savior endured the lashes;
That my back practiced.
have a nack for the static
Whack as a pack of crack addicts
I attack at the blackness
In the back of your hearts little attic
I impart cause its holy habit
Here is my life
You can have it, just grab it!
...
Fell into arms of a planet
Freestyle always
IsReaL E Summers Jul 2015
My heart doeth protest too much
I used her as a crutch.
She fades away...
In shades of grey;
My heart now turns to black.
Letting go
IsReaL E Summers Jul 2015
If words can cut
Much more than swords...
Then sharp
I am.
Cutting to the marrow of bone.
Spirit
Honed
By tragedies stratagies
I tear the flesh,
Rend the garments,
And slice at God.
Nothingness
IsReaL E Summers Jul 2015
My cat is gone
Stormshadow-san.
I've waited long enough,
Its time to search.
The giant hill covered in mis-matched patches of overly-healthy and near-dead grass, was no longer  a ****** opsticle,
But an enormous accelerator to my race to find my buddy
I run fast into the wooded clearing
Panning far and wide
Ntt nttntt nttntt! Ntt nttntt nttntt! I exhort to him in his native tongue.
STORMYYY! NTTT NTT NTT!NTT!NTT!
(I sound like a dying chipmunk)
Gazing high into the swaying treetops,
A white-spot catches my not-so-great eyesight
My heart follows me down the hill
Faster than legs can move it raptures me to a scar in the little mountain before me
Its not him, but I keep looking
The trees, not yet fully budded, and green from the waters touch.
I see early flowers of purple and white springing from the dead and withered leaves.
I can't believe.
But I do, believe, in Love, and life.
My wandering eyes now fixated upon these little ironcly painted flowers fill with salt water and fog my heart.
I can tell that my heart is letting go, but the stubborn child in me says
"NOO OHOHO OHohoh *snort!"
I feel myself being held, by a father who understands and cares of his sons tears
And the tears suddenly disappear.
Like a flood, calm washes over me.
I turn back to the house of " exceptance"
Mine eyes look up for one second.
And there is snake eyes-san, jet black with girly features. She meows hello and slides below
My terribly worn out sneakers.
I knew she knew, and she knew I knew.
"He's gone, but im here with you"
Ok so I tried to step outside-the-box on this one and its terrible. But hey, consider it a failing grade in poetry class. Just trying to hone my skillz.
  Jul 2015 IsReaL E Summers
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some of us whisper
into the night keep

all of it in
or cry alone

to feel the children
hungrily

search
a dumpster

a desert sand
drifting

we are condemned
to a lonely day

texting always on
our I phones

as many starving souls
die

without a chance
to tweet #hungry
I haven't been able to sleep without crying and reaching for you in my bed. I haven't been able to stop thinking about all the small moments you gave me and I haven't been able to go an hour without wishing you could be there with me. I haven't been able to not miss your voice and the way you make me laugh. I haven't been able to look at things and think about anything other than how you're connected to it somehow.

And I feel like I should apologize for having these feeling for you. Like I should apologize for wishing you had held me for a little longer and that when you hugged me for the first time it felt like the last time. I feel like I should apologize for unconsciously thinking of living the rest of my life with you and for crying when I realize it's just another dream when I wake up. I feel like I should apologize for not being able to tell you that I think I love you.

So I've been staying up and replaying every second of the last time we met. I've been staying up and remembering that if you wanted to love me, you would have by now. I've been staying up and recalling every touch, every word and every smile. I've been staying up and hoping that when I fall asleep I'll feel you again only to wake up disappointed that you're never really there. I've been staying up and trying to forget that I want to live the rest of my life by your side. I've been staying up and regretting every word I never said and the kiss I never gave.

It seems like all I can ever do is wish for things to be different and it seems like all I can think about is how much being around you feels like coming home. It seems like looking at you is the only thing I want to do in my life. It seems like you'll never look at me the way I want you to and it seems like I have no other choice but to say goodbye to you. It seems like goodbye is the only thing that's left for me to do.

I can't see you and not wish things were different. I can't talk to you and not think about how much I want to tell you to love me. I can't be around you and not yearn to have your arms around me. I can't walk with you and not reach out for your hand when our fingers brush. I can't love you and not cry myself to sleep knowing that I can never have you. And I can't wait for you and not be tempted to force an ultimatum on you.

So I'm going to leave. I'm going to leave and I'm not going to come back. I'm going to leave and I'm not going to come back until I'm sure I've moved on from you. I'm going to leave and I'm going to be happy for you. I'm going to leave and I'm going to be happy for you as long as you're happy. I'm going to leave and I'm going to come back. I'm going to leave and I'm going to come back and I won't love you anymore.
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