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Matt Kuhl Feb 2013
For Rent:
                All the empty times that I lament
To Trade:
                 a healthy heart that looks more like a *****
For Sale:
                Everything that helped me to prevail
Looking For:
                       Anything I did not have before

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Matt Kuhl Jan 2013
To the ledge, I pledge everything
I see and breathe
autonomy is cold
I bundle up

theres an edge thats confronting me
with apathy
and nowhere else to go
guess i'm the end

theres a world resting under me
I've only seen
enough to gander up
in search of higher ground

someday soon it will crumble
and in the rubble
there will rest a better place
a stronger face
Matt Kuhl Dec 2012
Remorse can rectify the rose
From all it's devilish deeds
fore it has thrown a knife to those
who thrive in subtlety

For us with no one to receive
the symbol we despise
a withered stem would sure portray
our intimate demise

belittled by the brittle vine
We'd join in brotherhood
to justify the humble pain
that no one understood
Matt Kuhl Dec 2012
where is there
it clearly isn't here
so I guess it could be anywhere
that i am not
i cling to those words
strung together
tethered like rope
you gave me love
you gave me hope
so where the **** are you
its been almost a week
Matt Kuhl Dec 2012
This is creation
i have lost all hope in gravity
hanging here from the bottom of the world
on a million miles of dental floss
i have simply lost
struggling to fight at any cost
I am a toast
to a sober night
the inducer of plight

i can't write anymore
this is not me
it is the last fiber in my existent being
I no longer exist
I'm at the end of my whits
the beginning of vast nothing
Matt Kuhl Dec 2012
if i were dying
if life was ending
if death were pending
when lifes pretending
if life were leaving
if death was pending
if life were depleting
I'd have no room for sorrow
I'd have no need for needing
Matt Kuhl Dec 2012
Remorse can rectify the rose
From all it's evil deeds
fore it has stuck a knife to those
who thrive in subtlety

For us with no one to receive
the symbol we despise
a withered stem would sure portray
our intimate demise
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