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It sounds ridiculous but only I feel productive when I'm doing nothing.
Sitting back, just relaxing.
Popping blue beans, burning bowls of green.
And just thinking.
Daydreaming about how things could have been.
How things could still be.
But how things will probably be.
Just close your eyes and let music be your guide.

Entire lives constructed and played out
in grand fashion. A world so detailed
I would rather get lost,
And never come back to this travesty of a society,
so raw and primal.
so human.
My world is so beautiful and yet so depressing
because it's what ours could be, but never will become.
Anything to distract me from this.
The 24 year old burnout grinding through school because there aren't many options left.
So where will I'll be in 5 years?
I wont.
 Dec 2014 Emmanuel Boyd
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
 Dec 2014 Emmanuel Boyd
JWolfeB
Can someone choke me
And remind me how to breathe
I
h
a
v
e
f
e
e
l
i
n
g
s
that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.
Sorry if you can't read it.
Kinda.
 Dec 2014 Emmanuel Boyd
aurora
every time I hear her name
I want to spit blood

and every time I see his face
I do
ITS TAKING EVERYTHING IN ME NOT TO TAKE EVERY ONE OF THOSE LITTLE ROUND WHITE KILLERS EVERYTHING I HAVE NO HOPE ANYMORE NO WAKING UP FOR A TOMORROW WITH POSSIBILITIES I HAVE NOTHING YOU TOOK EVERYTHING WHEN YOU LEFT **EVERYTHING
The night I found out
 Dec 2014 Emmanuel Boyd
JWolfeB
Her smile is my favorite geometrical anomaly

Mathematicians have yet to discovered a name for it

Expressing sunshine

Solving the issue of yesterdays broken equations

The corners of her lips are the product of perfection
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