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JB
28/M/Southern U.S.
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Dec 2017
When I Die Alone...
Bury me head first
So everyone will have to stand on my ***
#funeral
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JB
Dec 2017
Indo-European
speak to me
in indo-european
make love to me
with the kama sutra
burn me
with the greek fire
break down my walls
with the trebuchet
pierce my soul
with the pistol
#history
#love
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JB
Dec 2017
Will I Ever Find Home?
Will I ever find home?
I seek the shelter of not just a house
but a sense of place
where I can find a purpose
Will I ever find home?
I thought I did once
but it was only an empty room
filled with cheap thrills and long nights at bars
Will I ever find home?
#home
#shelter
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JB
Jul 2015
X
Two cypress trees stand bare together
in the Atchafalaya
Midway between Aurora
And tomorrow
Or maybe just more casualties
To the brackish tide?
In memory of Jillian Johnson and Mayci Breaux, and to Lafayette, my hometown
#lafayette
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JB
Jun 2015
Regret Me, Not
Regret.
What should I tell you?
Should I say I can embrace you?
But we're stuck in this now.
******, let go!
Now I feel like crap.
Should I tell you to *******?
But no, I need you!
Please come back!
*******, now I want to let go again!
I still feel like crap.
#regret
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JB
May 2015
The Act of Crying
A good long cry is cathartic in the deepest of griefs,
so they say.
So why is it when I cry, I only feel worse afterwards?
Perhaps this grief etches the center of my heart,
like a signature on a tree's bark
that fades with time but never disappears
or a wound that festers forever
still trying to push out its cause
years after it has been sustained
(Perhaps I am picking at it?)
#depression
#grief
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JB
May 2015
For the Dying of the Light
I wish not to rage
against the dying of the light.
For sometimes the light must go.
Into the night.
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