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mrmonst3r Dec 2014
Before you
I was never weak.
Before you
I was never alone.
Before you
I was never loveless.
Before you
I was never loved.
Before you
I had no purpose.
Before you
I had no need.
Before you
I had so little.
Before you
I never knew.
Without you.
Without —
You.
...
I just have no ******* idea how to carry on.
fuckfuckfuck ****
  Dec 2014 mrmonst3r
Charles Bukowski
it's the same as before
or the other time
or the time before that.
here's a ****
and here's a ****
and here's trouble.

only each time
you think
well now I've learned:
I'll let her do that
and I'll do this,
I no longer want it all,
just some comfort
and some ***
and only a minor
love.

now I'm waiting again
and the years run thin.
I have my radio
and the kitchen walls
are yellow.
I keep dumping bottles
and listening
for footsteps.

I hope that death contains
less than this.
mrmonst3r Dec 2014
My heart,
This colossal piston
Is slowly halting.
Sickly,
In its cavity.
Poisoned.
Bleating,
Its final rhythmic chorus.
No more.
No more.
No more.
This heart is dying.
mrmonst3r Dec 2014
You loved me,
Darkly.
Speaking in silent tongues.
Secrets
For us alone.
My stygian heart —
Exhumed,
Glorious in your rapture.
In you I am burning.
In you I understood.
Without you.
Lost,
Wandering.
For Katerina.
mrmonst3r Dec 2014
I have outlived suffering,
I have endured pain.
I have gently walked
thru fire and rain.
I have swallowed anger,
I have eaten sin.
I have bled
and lost what lies within.
I have surpassed doubt,
I have suppressed blame.
I have taken stock
of what remains.
I have absorbed sadness,
I have taken loss.
I have appraised the damage
and paid the cost.
I have been loveless,
I have been true.
I will never
be beaten by you.
For my demons.
mrmonst3r Dec 2014
Today, is greater than my words
Today, is smaller than my love
Today, is sharper than my pain
Today, is duller than my truth
Today, is
Everything
Nothing
Today, is undefined
It is woe
It is glory
It is our genesis
It is our end
  Dec 2014 mrmonst3r
Allen Ginsberg
Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.
Time then to make a
home in wilderness.

What have I done but
wander with my eyes
in the trees? So I
will build:  wife,
family, and seek
for neighbors.

                     Or I
perish of lonesomeness
or want of food or
lightning or the bear
(must tame the hart
and wear the bear).

And maybe make an image
of my wandering, a little
image—shrine by the
roadside to signify
to traveler that I live
here in the wilderness
awake and at home.
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