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Insignificant passers by
the ugly smiles
and disappointed sighs
mildew rests upon a log
fallen from the rising fog
which clears off when the sun does grow
and shines down on your eyes and nose
the face's change
the mood does too
the time has come
to power through
bass line stomping to your brain
electric vibes rush through your veins
children appear and then the dogs show
each too familiar with things they shouldn't know
Working progress
It isn't so much
broken, as muscle is
unlike bone and
does not fracture cleanly.
It will not heal completely,
when damaged, no matter
how well it is set.
Bone calcifies to mend itself,
and adds new minerals
and elements to make it stronger yet.
Muscle, however, turns to weaker ends
that lack its own elasticity.
It mends itself with collagen,
and becomes more prone to injury.
I feel a lot of pain
Like this world has tried to constrain
Me for so long
And I keep stretching….
I keep stretching my fingers against its elastic
Walls, but they only give so much
And then they bounce back into place
And my hands knock me in the face
With such a force as if the laws of motion
Are trying to tell me that life
Keeps going.
And I can’t escape.

No I can’t escape.

In a bubble of democracy
And coffee shops that only serve
Three sizes and if you want a muffin
That’s gonna be 2 bucks extra, but I only
Have a five dollar bill and I’d
Still like to be able to leave a tip.

In a box of learning and
All my pencils keep breaking
And everyone else is using
Those ****** mechanical
Ones and they won’t
Share with me.
And I fall behind because I keep
Getting up to sharpen mine
While they all keep listening.

I’m stuck in a perpetual world of progress
And the cogs that keep turning
Are grinding my soul into
A paste that I want to take and
Shove into the machine that
We all call life.

No I can’t escape.

Stuck in a world of
Endless ticking seconds
And I feel every
Single
One
While my syncopated heart beats
Continue to tell me I’m alive
But just barely.

I’m just barely holding on
In this world that
Waits for no one.
It won’t stop, even if
You beg the world clock
On your cell phone to quit keeping
Such a detailed measure of how
Far ahead of you everyone else
Is.

No we can’t escape.
Drag** me back, they will
Tear me, until they’ve had their fill
Scar me, the marks last forever
Crush me, ‘tis their endeavor
Whip me, I no longer feel the sting
Blind me, it comforts as nothing else will bring
Deafen me, my own screams do the trick
Beat me, the bruises do not heal from the kick
Break me, my spirit lies on the floor
**** me, for I wish for no more
you will always be apart of me
you will always be in my dreams
to you i might just be another ******* that made you cry and stole your dreams,
the one that broke your heart and made you realize its time to grow up,
just another monster hiding behind a mask,
that guy that was to weak to move on and just gave up,
but to me…
you will always be my first love,
that beautiful girl with such innocent daydreams,
even though you were never around… your memory is always alive in my head,
i hope you never grow up and you act the age you wanna be,
if it wasnt for people telling us our age how old would you think you would be
i loved every second of being by your side,
i loved every single word that passed your lips,
i loved how beautiful you look in the moonlight,
i loved how delicious you were on the lips,
i loved how any where i would go i would be able to smell you on me,
i loved how you made me feel like a little kid,
i loved the fact that you loved me,
i hope you do something good with your life
i hope you forget about me and the sorrows i brought you
i hope your doing better then me
i hope to see i love you pass through your lips once more in my life
i hate how i stole your smile and i hate how easily i watched mine slip away
i hate me for allowing myself to just throw you aside
i hate me for everything i did
i just hate me

To: The Girl of My Dreams
From: A Person Who Probably Doesnt Matter Anymore
something a little old

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