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I don't need you*
And I never have*
I was just a little confused
1:12 PM, 21 March 2000 PST
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11:08 PM, 17 July 2016 PST
My life thus far is not
Defined by my timestamps
I am the negative and positive space
That fills the void between my numbers
Some people are "numbers guys"
I, myself, am a "a-let's-see-what-the-hell-is-in-store-next girl"
So **** the timestamp
11:11 PM. 17 July 2016 PST
Why don't you ask?
(Not that I want you to.)
It's the un-events that
Mean the most in this world
That become the biggest moments
With the largest meaning
With the heaviest emotions
And the longest hours of revisiting
It's the things you think that don't matter
That add up like the loose change
In the washer or dryer
That add up and create your legacy
And start as un-events
It's the un-events that mean the most
To the most eventful hearts
I am a ******* mailbox.
Why?
I dunno.
Because i said so.
Accept me for who i am.
My metal *** and face.
My four little legs
And a drawr that holds youryour buisness.
I am a ******* mailbox
Accept  me,
My rusted edges
My sad blue paint.
Unfortunate that  i do not  have a red flag.
****
Well
Thank my creater,
the mailman
I am a ******* mailbox.
And i am
**** proud
To be one
Mailbox fam
Totally just having  fun...and no, im not on drugs
good morning people.
How did you sleep.
Was yesterday hell?
Is today a waste?
Just hold on.
Just make a sun.
Let it shine.
Let it shine
let the ******* shine.
and make today a good day.
So pick up your face.
stand UP.
not down.
and lets rock and roll.
________
just get up and go!
Sometimes you just gotta keep going
No matter how hard it hurts
No matter how hard the blow was
You gotta keep going
If we consider ourselves as legends
There  will be no such thing as one.
Legends are the great.
And maybe  you are a legend.
I am not.
Right?
Poetry is legendary.
And we are a part of it
But  we are not to be self  proclaimed.
Legends are for others  to decide about ourselves
Not us.
Just writing about people who are self indulgent
God works in many ways.
God has a path for us all.
Sometimes life brings you down.
Down..
Down...
Further than the deepest oceans.
But there are miracles
Blessings..
I call them angels
But they're different.
They're angels without wings.
Other people call them soulmates.
I beleive they are much more.
Sometimes they are the ones who
Supports you.
Helps you.
Saves you.
They are..
Angels Without Wings

~by: M. Blade Wilson

(My cousin)
That night filled with
stomach dropping
heart stopping
reality shattering fear
is no more.

Mmm, tell them
tell them he's coming home.

That boy covered by
man features,
rap-music preachers,
and anger induced tears--
is no more...

Mmm! Tell them he's coming home...

I saw that man today
climb some steps while I stood shocked.
He gave his hand a raise
and put his key in the lock.
Throughout all my days,
I never even thought
that I'd see the one where he
finally fled the flock.

So I tell them.
Tell them he's coming home.

I tell them.
Tell them he's coming home.

I saw that man today,
that's all I can say.
Just that fact alone
makes me thank God every day.
In all my heavy years!
I never thought I'd say
that I almost lost my brother,
and I wanted him to stay.

So I'll tell them.
Yes, yes, I'll always tell them.
I will tell them...

I'll tell them he's coming home.
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