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Feb 2018 · 77
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Nolan Bucsis Feb 2018
I don't need.
What you need.

I don't feel.
What you feel.

I don't think.
What you think.

And I'm rather reticent.
To give you a chance.
To try to.
Own me.

Some kinda.
Bauble.
Feb 2018 · 97
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Nolan Bucsis Feb 2018
Hope has.
Just turned.
Into the same routine.
To try to get through.
Being alive.

Now I long for.
Quick days.
Eternity reduced.
To a milisecond panic.

No more.
Bad dreams.
No more self loathing.
The emptiness.
Of I didn't know.
Feb 2018 · 69
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Nolan Bucsis Feb 2018
It would be nice.
If at the end of forever.
All of this.
Meant something more.
Than just.
Witnessing the show.
Feb 2018 · 84
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Nolan Bucsis Feb 2018
It's that chemical taste.
That reminds you.
In a half hour.
You'll be much.
Much.
Much.
Higher, and no feelings will be.
Left.
Feb 2018 · 74
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Nolan Bucsis Feb 2018
If that tooth.
Would just.
Catch.
On a small.
Piece.
Of your skin.
And tear open your throat.
I might be.
Happy.
Feb 2018 · 115
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Nolan Bucsis Feb 2018
Eventually it dawned on me.
That grimacing when I was in pain.
Was to communicate distress.
To someone who was never there.
Now I just.
Take it.
Feb 2018 · 117
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Nolan Bucsis Feb 2018
Feelings come and go in irregular patterns.
It's always most joyous.
When I have my flat affect.
Something very hard.
To read into.
Some very cold fish.
Feb 2018 · 69
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Nolan Bucsis Feb 2018
What happens for you.
When you scream at the impossible.
Thinking it wants to listen.

It just goes.
About its day.
Motivated by its own mundane meaning.
Devoid of feelings.

Cold.
Stark.
Barren.
Inert.
Feb 2018 · 63
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Nolan Bucsis Feb 2018
I thought that.
Maybe.
I'd connected again.
To something greater that's outside myself who's existence was so poignant that I stopped for one moment to appreciate an honest true feeling or original thought that advanced both our understanding of ourselves through our shared humanity.
But,
You just wanted to **** me.
Feb 2018 · 60
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Nolan Bucsis Feb 2018
Things always hurt.
That shouldn't.
And I'm one severe something.
Away from regretting.
All my.
Bad decisions.
Jan 2018 · 70
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I would rage against that inferno.
As though I'd carve my name on destiny.
Something, permanent in a see of has beens.


But, I don't.
I just, get ****** up.
Everyone loves an underdog.
Set against infinity.
Jan 2018 · 80
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
She sings me songs.
In that southern twang.
And, I can't remember where I'm from.
Cause I'm trying to focus on right now.
With her.
And that shrill trail.
Of her voice.
Jan 2018 · 78
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
The dreams I dream.
Dwarf my hyperbole.
In the absurd.
Jan 2018 · 71
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
All the things I've never done.
Have just passed me by.
Nothing lost.
Nothing gained.
Just too high hopes.
Too many disappointments.
As long as I breathe.
I succeed at life.
Jan 2018 · 66
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
The pine trees sag.
Cushioned in the oh so very warm comfort.
Of the freshly fallen snow.
And, I walk.
Along the banks of a half frozen river.
Idolizing my isolation.
Engulfed in a familiar cold.
That I can bear.
For such a view.
Jan 2018 · 88
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
Just one of those strange days.
Filled up with liminal time.
Feeling like.
Something good.
Might come my way.
Something positive.
Jan 2018 · 91
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
Thank you for the good times.
I had.
My oasis.
My dearly kept memories

These figments of you.
That from time to time.
I think of.

It's never all bad.
Sometimes I can struggle through.
The misery of you're gone.
And feel warm.
Like I was in your arms.
And, when you smiled.

Just.

For.

Me.
Jan 2018 · 107
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
There are no troubling.
Thoughts.
In the emptiness.
Of another couple tranquilizers.
Far more than I could have taken.
But, how else do I feel like.
Drowning.
While I'm awake.
Other than being consumed.
By chemical apathy.
Jan 2018 · 99
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I would rather be.
Some beautiful something.
That dies.
Fragile.
In some by and by.
Never known.
By anyone.
The hyperbolic tragedy.
That will be.
The rest.
Of my life.
Jan 2018 · 81
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
Now I recede.
Into my subconscious.
Floating in the narrative.
Of another insane dream.
Or the comatose.
Of deep sleep.
Jan 2018 · 92
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I'm sorry.
I say this with.
Honesty.

I
Gave.
Up a.
Long.
Time ago.

I'm just waiting to die.
Unconscious.
In a drug.
Coma
Jan 2018 · 73
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
Tomorrow comes.
Even when you.
Fail.
Repeatedly.
And.
Eventually.
Everything is forgotten.
Jan 2018 · 73
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
With blood falling down my face.
I learned that even when.
Your body quits.
You still gotta walk.
Even if you're broken.
You still need to ****.

Go to the hospital.
Be alive.

You just reflect on what it was.
For a moment until.
You leave.
Jan 2018 · 65
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I can only see happiness.
In pictures.
Or videos of people.
Tranquil and content in nature.
While I force myself.
To rot.
In this small.
Room
Jan 2018 · 191
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
After enough letdowns.
You give up.
Cause all your hopes ever give you.
Is a bad feeling.
And, fatalistic destinies.
Which in itself.
Is always.
Worthless.

So why.
Bother.
Jan 2018 · 68
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
Instead of being abandoned.
Again.
I just leave.
Before anything starts.
Jan 2018 · 66
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I have more.
Excuses.
Than reasons.
To live.

It's ok.
I'm not.
Too.
Involved.
Jan 2018 · 72
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
It was never love.
For you.
I guess it was just.
Lonely.
Whoever is.
Available.
Jan 2018 · 67
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I am constantly escaping.
From right now.
To get lost.
In.
Never was.
Jan 2018 · 74
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I can make it through my life.
And the day.
Only if I'm properly.
Over medicated.
On these.
Chemical friends.
Of mine.
Jan 2018 · 80
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I don't want to.
Breathe.
I just want.
To pass.
Away.
Into the absolution.
At the end.
Of the abyss.
Jan 2018 · 69
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
Does it matter.
If you're screaming.
When all that can.
Get you to sleep.
Is the promise.
Tomorrow won't be so.
Bad.

But it.
Always.
Is.
Jan 2018 · 75
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I don't even remember.
Any happiness.
In the last half decade.
Just.
A lot of let downs.
And suicide.
Attempts.
Jan 2018 · 76
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
Ain't no one never.
Come to save me.
From ****.

I had to figure it out.
On my own.

And,
It's made me more.
Anti social.
Cause I can live all alone.
By my ain **** self.
Jan 2018 · 72
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
You stop crying out.
In pain.
When you realize.
No one cares.
But you.
So instead.
You figure out how to not.
Communicate.
Any discomfort.
Jan 2018 · 87
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
What kinda happiness.
Is it.
That never shares with anyone.
And.
I'm more alive in my dreams.
Than being.
Cognizant.
Jan 2018 · 72
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I like to walk around at night.
When no one else.
Is out.
Jan 2018 · 67
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
They call me a liar.
When I don't even talk.
Pretending not to comprehend.
The words.
As they're writ.
Inbetween the lines.
In my tired old life.
Jan 2018 · 68
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I would write poems.
About suicide.
Then put them in.
Sylvia Plath books.
At the library.
Like it meant something.
Deep.
Greater than myself.
Jan 2018 · 67
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I never wanted to play.
Nice.
With the other kids.
I just.
Wanted to be alone.
Now.
I just wanna.
Recede on back into that nothingness.
I know so well.
My good friend.
Cushioned in silence.
Drifting by myself.
Jan 2018 · 110
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I try to remember.
That in the grand scheme.
Of things.
I have never been more.
Than an utter failure.
Who managed to live longer.
Than he should have.

Ain't no rockbottom.
When.
There's no where to fall to.
Floating.
So far out in.
Space.

And,
I've been a loser.
Since I can remember.
With nowhere to go.

Nothing changes.
Nothing's really the matter.
Just.
Today.
Like yesterday's tomorrow.

Another side note.
In my personal diary.
Of it doesn't matter.
Never did.
Jan 2018 · 66
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I'll sing to you tonight.
With these broken lungs.
These.
Troubling coughs.

And,
I'll be young.
Enough to dream.
About tomorrow.
Jan 2018 · 69
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I'd like there to be.
One thing.
Only we can forget.
From when we were.
Out there somewhere.
Alone.
And,
Happy.
Jan 2018 · 85
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
When she smiles.
I feel good.
And a lot of the time.
I'd like to just hold her.
Hear her laugh.

A personal.
Private.
Moment.
Jan 2018 · 77
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
In sleep.
All the pain goes away.
To be replaced.
With fragments.
Of her.
Ghost.
Jan 2018 · 71
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I don't feel like.
Living today.
I just wanna sleep.
Through forever.
Waking up in yesterday.
Where I romanticize.
Former lives.
I never.
Had.
Jan 2018 · 87
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I just want swim until death takes me.
In the seas of forgetfulness.
Subsumed beneath the waves.
Adrift in a current.
That moves forward.
While I'm left behind.
Cushioned in my isolation.
Jan 2018 · 69
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
You.
Is a word.
I don't care about.
Or consider.
I don't feel anything for it.
I don't love it.
I hate it.
All.
Of.
It.
Jan 2018 · 98
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
Hope is always scarce.
In the middle of.
These doldrums.
Where the shore seems so far away
With nothing to take you there.

I've just accepted the lack.
Of forward momentum.
And wait.
To die.
Adrift at sea.
Jan 2018 · 87
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Nolan Bucsis Jan 2018
I remember people I see in stores.
Because.
They're the first humans I see.
After finally being forced.
Outside.
And, I hate it.
Too much intimacy.
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