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Ithaca Mar 2019
I sewed my eyes shut, and shoved my palms through my head,
At that time and place, I would have rather been dead.
But my eyes were always closed, and the world I could not see,
The world was always calling, summoning in perfect harmony.
Hearing it so faintly, its melody soft and soothing,
I stumbled in my darkness, to find this voice seducing,
But I never did locate it, my eyes were always blind,
So I lost my ******* sanity, and demanded myself confined.
It was only in my imprisonment that I truly felt alone,
I felt my fingers ripping, the string I'd tightly sewn,
The darkness was so blinding, like nothing I had known,
I found myself digging, dirt below my tombstone.
When I reached the grassy surface, I heard someone intone,
It's been an eternity old friend, but you've never been alone.
Ithaca Mar 2019
If I give just to receive,
Is my gift worthless?
If I steal only to give,
Are my actions faithless?
Ithaca Mar 2019
Can you tell me why I stare at the sun,
When I know it makes me blind?
Can you tell me why I don’t hang with friends,
And complain about being lonely?
Can you explain to me the joys of your life,
In a way that I would understand?
Can you light up the path that leads me to you,
When I have my head crammed up my ***?
Can you give me back my childhood?
I want it back so **** bad.
Can you give me one good reason to move on,
To not be depressed, but glad?
To me, it’s as if you’ve always seen the light,
You stare at the sun when you know it’s bright,
But unlike me, you don’t go blind,
It seems to be all in the state of mind.
Ithaca Mar 2019
I own the keys to an invisible car
One that takes me nowhere
I show everyone my invisible car
One I know that isn’t there
I drive around in my invisible car
And pretend that I don’t care
I make new friends with my invisible car
But I have nothing real to share
Fake. Like me.
  Mar 2019 Ithaca
Loser
All
And if you lose it all,



you still live
Ithaca Mar 2019
I was so busy living another man’s life
To realize my own was falling apart
So I handed my independence the knife
And purged the insecurity from my heart
About an old friend that I’m uber jealous of. Please leave feedback! :)
Ithaca Mar 2019
I want to breathe your flowers
Speak silently for hours
Held tight in your embrace
Your intoxicating grace
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