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There were two of them
Half bleached by the sun and crusted
With hard packed dirt
Found on a friend's farm
Slightly broken, and curious things
Possibly vertebrae, definitely a joint
They didn't quite fit together,
But the looked like they belonged together
Even thought they were yards apart
They were differently sized almost-twins
I wanted to take them home,
Clean them up, bleach them completely
Arrange and draw them
Study and identify and catalog
They fascinated me, and all I knew was
I couldn't take them home
I don't even know where they are now
I love to watch you walk away from me.
It ****** drives me wild.
I know you think you've got some place to be.
But you could stay for a while.
Ive got green we could burn,
we could sleep the day away.
Live in the moment,
don't worry about yesterday.
*** were high on life with the right kind of attitude.
Up all night till the sky turns bright baby blue.
Were just a couple of kids acting dumb and having fun.
When we look back later in life we won't regret what we've done
bleak reality
meaningless amounts of me
i can never compare
to the love that you both share

you need her and she needs you
one without the other is just not fair
destroying one another
plumes of smoke
ashes of hope
ounces and ounces of love to ignite you
without her there would be no dreams to die to

fearing the flight
motionless we lay
she awakens you
and into her you divulge
deep and low is where you converge
somehow she pleases you
never having to tease you
her body releases you
her voice pleads with you
high and wide is where your pain resides

tempting you with unspoken promises
lighting the sky
she fills you
and into paper you merge
mouth open
lips relaxed
her memory fades
up and away
up and away
this is the part that hurts
releasing her remains
up in smoke your love for her will never change
It's coming around the corner
It's running, as if slithering quick on the ground
soon it's fingers
wrench the music
of our souls,
it's cold

kid's around the corner
cover in the sound
a hundred million voices
burning like the choals
it scolds

Run, run from the fear
your path is clear
you've always known
**you can never come back home.
i acted cool.
You know, like how they do it on TV.

27 floors up,
your door was unlocked.

i didn't take my shoes off,
that way you could see the bad *** i really am,
deep down.

You know, you told me you loved me.
That's why I came.
i believed you.

Oh, how naive of you, i think back now.

I sat on your beat-down chair,
while you sprawled out on the floor-level couch.

I was terrified,
but the kids on TV are never scared.

He said he loved you.
No one else has ever felt that way before.
He loves you, kid.
You can do it.

Come cuddle on the couch?
Meh, maybe if i feel like it later.

Play. It. Cool.

i slide unto the foot of your ***-stained sofa.
i can feel your feet shaking behind my back,
your toes teasing my sides,
poking in and out between my ribs.

i know what you want,
and i want it too.

Keep. It. Cool. Kid. Keep it Cool.

i feel my hands slip out of your tight grasp,
my fingers inching their way up your leg,
following the dips of your pelvic bone.

What is happening?

The taste of you is so foreign to me.
i've never known the sweetness of another human being.

Let's go to your room?

Kid, it's just like on TV.

Okay, yeah, i guess if you really want to.

i didn't want to take my clothes off.

The world was spinning,
i was seeing and feeling things i didn't know to exist.

What is happening?

i love you.
i love you, i love you.

it's all over,
i leave.
27 floors of shame.

not only don't you love me,

you don't talk to me.
My mind is constantly occupied by the demons of my past and the omens of my future.
Waging an impossible war, causing sickness, and torturing my conscience without remorse.
I can hear the screaming of the casualties as I take one more sip, hit, or push.
Begging for me to stop, but at the same time thanking me for the temporary numbness

I can feel my heart exploding in my chest,
as if it were trying to free itself from the slavery it is experiencing.
Beat after beat it continues to grow weary and unsympathetic,
Trudging through the chemicals and unrelentless lovers.
all the while receiving no attention or appreciation.

I can feel my soul, beautiful and full of life.
As old as they come, with more stories than I would probably care to hear.
Wise and wounded, healed and broken again.
Becoming tougher and more layered
much like the act of crafting an authentic samurai sword.
Swift and elegant. Waiting to escape this imperfect body
only to move onto another puppet of which it will guide and personalize.

The beauty of these three broken and bruised vigilantes working in total harmony is the most beautiful and awe-inspiring thing I have ever come to know.
I am greatful until the end, whenever that may be.
I will enjoy the life that they have given me,
and I will spread that energy to those in need of it.
As ***** and tired as they may be,
it is more than most will ever have the opportunity to experience
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