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 Sep 2013 Andrew Durst
KM
My World
 Sep 2013 Andrew Durst
KM
My world is bigger than yours
And all the people I know
Somehow know each other
Your world is a single town
In a single state
In a single country
My world is vast
My world is deep
My world crosses oceans
Universes
My world is the beating hearts
The joyful smiles
Tear stained cheeks
From tear filled eyes
By every happy smile
And every breaking soul
My world is you
9/17/2013 I don't know.. This was weird and I just kept typing and this is what happened.. Sometimes my heart hurts for everyone on the planet at once and I just can't bare it..
 Sep 2013 Andrew Durst
Luna Grey
Pop
Push
Use
Snort
Smoke
Shoot up.
Pass out and repeat.

Cut
Burn
Bleed
Bruise
Scab
Scar.
Cover up and repeat.

Starve
Binge
Puke
Weigh
Work
Weigh
Don’t eat and repeat.

Lie
Scream
Cry
Plead
Hide
Run
Give up. No repeats.
Can a Mime
make a rhyme?
Sure a Mime
can make a rhyme.
But who would
hear it?
 Sep 2013 Andrew Durst
Taylor
Never
 Sep 2013 Andrew Durst
Taylor
Never say remember
That means that it’s the past
Never say forget
Because memories will last
Never say forever
That word is a lie
Never say nothing
And never say **goodbye
 Sep 2013 Andrew Durst
KM
All Yours
 Sep 2013 Andrew Durst
KM
Gods made me patient
And He's made me kind
Love is a choice
But it also is blind
At least for a little while
A very small amount of time
True love that lasts
Love that stays around
Is love that sees your flaws
And stills loves what they found
Nothing good comes easy
Nothing worthwhile is free
I see your flaws and you see mine
But I still want you and me
I still was us to be
9/12/2013
 Sep 2013 Andrew Durst
KM
Life
 Sep 2013 Andrew Durst
KM
Lots of times
I tend to
Forget
Everything is real.
9/7/2013
What keeps you awake at night, when you're tired and salivating for rest? When your mind regards insatiable dreams like strangers. No tired eye can pry away to slumber when theres so much to wonder and discover late at night. The world is quiet in its exquisite silence, a timid lover with calloused hands.
 Aug 2013 Andrew Durst
Cheyenne
when i go to put you into words
my mouth gets twisted
my thoughts get slurred
and nobody understands our perfection
doesn't need tamed.
with constant tending,
how long can we keep this flame?
skeptics be skeptics,
& my heart's last confession
*was your name.
A  week after her

dad

killed himself

in his bathtub,

she found his note

in an old

jewelry box.

All it said was,

“I always forget

there are 28 days

in February.”

I know exactly what he meant.
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