i don't need help
i need greed
to keep myself sustained at peace, balanced on this tight rope
(someone's neck is balanced by this tight rope)
i don't need to fall into my warm foam like cushion
just let the confetti glitter and sparkle, spritz out
let me look in awe
awesome
awful
off in disbelief

i have nothing left to write
some feelings are better left in than constantly expressed
especially when our ****** gesture is expressionless
my pencil is broken and i'm not chopping down trees for any more
hoorah

poetry is so ******* gay
write about stupid **** no one cares about
i must be a ****** because i always write passages
**** those butterflies
cut off its wings
earings
earwings
emotions just a waste of chemical signals
neutralize my brain chemistry for joy atm

put my head on the pillow let me defrost my day's load into the form of dreams
i can perish to lengths unknown
where 30 cm rulers go up to 30 miles
let me slumber through melatonin infused days
where a mental collapse is inevitable
eyes shut
breath *******
mind eased
imagination wild
a stretch where oceans are just lakes in this unknown galapagos
birds glaze the tropical air with journeys declared by delayed shutter speed
they are an endless array of shooting stars

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i still remember my last dream of you
a scarf and an unknown conclusion
i thought you jumped but we all know angels fly

happy almost birthday
happy almost smiles
happy almost good times
you'll read this eventually
happy almost friendship
happy almost....
but almost isn't enough
almost doesn't finish the race
almost is a lack of fulfillment
almost doesn't cut it
you deserve a complete life
happy birthday
happy smiles
happy good times
whether i bring or take away the almost is up to you

wipe my underwear rag
**** stain
fall in the dog's **** product
**** stain
listen to bono from U2 in my ears there is a
**** stain
stick my **** in her *** to fast
**** stain
that baby stunk up the car again
**** stain
my name on the attendance record
**** stain
too many tacos with hot sauce consumed
**** catastrophe

that day you really hurt me....i can't forget
do i even want to write this ...i guess
no i don't.. it's not worth mentioning
i know you'll see this
i know i didn't need to point it out
but somethings are better out than in
and unfortunately stamped into our memory as a postcard that reminds us of the vacation we were never apart of
why...couldn't i have picked you up that day
i guess i trusted you, but i've learned never trust a carefree soul
because they won't care when you care the most
they won't bother to make amends on a bridge they wouldn't mind cutting the suspensions on, because the way down would be fun.
that bridge was the reason for my waking and motives every morning
anyways
this doesn't need to continue
it was my birthday that day and you were the present that i never had a chance to open
you were my wish when i blew out my candles
you weren't there
hope you had a swell time with your 'friend' you got acquainted with
alcohol ******* *****
alcohol is killing you
that day it killed apart of me
lol i sound like a Boring Insecure Taunting Conversation Hound
but really... i should have picked you up that day