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 Jul 2017 cherry blossom
Brandon
Day
 Jul 2017 cherry blossom
Brandon
Day
Every day is a new day

To feel the closeness of Death
Wanting to take my last breath

Every day is a new day

When I open my eyes
And ask why

Every day is the same old day

And I'm just another machine
Stuck in the way
Of a tomorrow
 Jun 2017 cherry blossom
TS
Therapy
 Jun 2017 cherry blossom
TS
He asks me,

"What do you hate about yourself?"

Suddenly, I am silent.


What do I hate?





What don't I hate?

- t.s.
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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i do not sleep anymore.
and i'm not sure if it's because
i can't stop thinking about you
or i am desperately trying to think about you.

i do not sleep anymore.
and i'm not sure if it's because
i'm dreaming about you again
  which terrifies me
or if i'm not dreaming about you again
  which terrifies me more.

i do not sleep anymore.
and i'm not sure if it's because
i started counting sheep again
or because i'm counting the days since you left instead.

you see i don't sleep anymore.
and i'm not sure if it's because
i'm forgetting you
or if i'm forgetting to forget you.
 Jun 2017 cherry blossom
Phoenix
It’s been a month
A month of silence
A month of numb
A month of nothing

I’m  b   r    e     a      k      i       n       g

I’m breaking
And it doesn’t matter
Because no one sees

I want to scream
I want to lash out
But I can’t
And I won’t

I’m so NUMB
I feel so ALONE

It’s been a month
Since I last saw you

It’s been two months
Since I’ve been locked away
Locked away
Where I’m alone
Cut off from the real world

It feels like I’m suffocating
Drowning in air
Drowning in thoughts

I’d known this was to come
I’d known all along
I’d known
Because all good things
Come to an end

Good things
Happy things
Joyful things
They don’t last
Not for people
Like me

People like me
Who ***** up
People like me
Who are stuck
People like me
Who are hopeless

I guess it’s normal
Normal to be depressed
Normal to be numb
Normal to be drowning

Because I’m always depressed
I’m always numb
I’m always drowning

I just pretend I’m okay
I just smile until you think I’m fine

I just **pretend
 Jun 2017 cherry blossom
M7I3
Anger
 Jun 2017 cherry blossom
M7I3
This can be defined as a feeling of deep heat within the throat.

A feeling of volcanoes spewing in the stomach and dynamite egnititing through the face.

One cannot simply control anger

It is one untamed beast, ravaging through innocent villages destroying whatever is in it's path.

If anger was a certain organism
It would have melted it self right out of existance of time
It would have never truly existed

Anger does not fickle
It endures it's prey through out it's existance
It is an enigma and resembles the unknown.

Anger is not part of the fight but rather inflicts it
Anger is no origin
No beginning
No end
No creator
No Descriptor
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