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131 · Apr 2019
I member
Nolan Bucsis Apr 2019
I woke up in right now.
When I was really back there.
Apprehensive and afraid.

Nervous that nothing would pan out.

Never did.
Never was gonna be anything magnificent.
Not even mediocre.
Just a failed.
Life.
130 · Jun 2018
Empty Little Eulogies
Nolan Bucsis Jun 2018
I woke up and I was alive.
A man.
And now.
Now I'm dead.

Just

Walking upright.
130 · Jan 2020
Nothing
Nolan Bucsis Jan 2020
It seems.
Nothing was.
Really.
Worth it.
All along.

I'm still alone.
Still escaping from reality.
Still ******.
Still sad.

Nothing really got better.

Just isolated.

Just jaded.

Just fatalistic.

All those hopes.
All those dreams.
Every could have been.
Nothing.
But.
Fantasy
129 · Oct 2017
Blerg
Nolan Bucsis Oct 2017
I can't think.
Anymore.

Just like how I stopped.
Wincing when I was in pain.

It's a communication.
And understanding.

Of something negative.

I want to die.
129 · Jul 2018
Something
Nolan Bucsis Jul 2018
I'll wake up tomorrow and you'll be in my dreams.
Stuck.
A good memory gone bad.

And I'll see you in her face.

Hear your in her voice.

And I'll push her away.
Too.
129 · Nov 2017
Untitled
Nolan Bucsis Nov 2017
She feels like.
Somewhere I"ve been before.
And.
I can't help.
Going back.
129 · Apr 2019
Untitled
Nolan Bucsis Apr 2019
I'm failing at life.
And I want the words to stop.
These useless words.
These imprecise and poorly phrased attempts at connection
These paltry words.
These short stout blocky words.
The words like drivel pouring out my face.
Nolan Bucsis Jun 2018
I don't know you.
But, who I do know.
I didn't like.

And, we never bonded.
You were just young.
And stupid.

And you annoyed me too much.
128 · Mar 2018
Memories
Nolan Bucsis Mar 2018
If I could do it all again.
I wouldn't
I'd nod out.
Before I was born.
And live my extermination.
Negated.
Never was.

It's.
What I'd prefer.
128 · May 2019
Something
Nolan Bucsis May 2019
How do I make this feel better.
How do I **** the memories.
That once I was a beautiful could have been.
But now.
I just whittle away the hours.
Enter anguish when there's no more ****
No more alcohol or hours of video games.
Just to.
Waste my
Time.

Here sitting in my self abnegation.
In my sacred antipathy
128 · Apr 2019
Nothing in particular
Nolan Bucsis Apr 2019
I've spent a lot of time.
Just wasting it.
And the frustration builds up like my soon to come midlife crisis.
Could I have been something better than this.

Fumbled speech.
This.
Awkward glance.
This.
Apprehensive twitch.
This.
Somnolent nightmare.

I sleep through the days.
Disconnected from everything.

A loner on the run.
From nothing.
In particular.
127 · Mar 2019
Wish I could die
Nolan Bucsis Mar 2019
It's that potent despair.
Standing over a dead life.
Gone before the miracle appeared.
And mundane.
Some realization I'm not quite where I want to be.
Or as high as I'd like.
But tomorrow is a curse cast from my yesterdays.
Today is a wallowing disgust.
And, my past, an abomination.
Why am I alive.
Just to struggle through the hard bits and reward myself with sloth. I spend a lot of days staring at nothing.
Hours.  Just.  Passing by.
126 · Oct 2017
Jasmine
Nolan Bucsis Oct 2017
As soon as I saw her.
I knew.
I couldn't look away.
And, that.
I should leave.

But, I went to her.
When she called.

I had too.
126 · Oct 2017
Lovd
Nolan Bucsis Oct 2017
Oxytocin and dopamine.
Are necessary for.
Love.
And, your emotions.
Can be turned on and off.
With poor diet.
And, less drugs.
125 · Oct 2017
Fatalistic
Nolan Bucsis Oct 2017
At a certain point.
You get beyond that.
Frustration.
And, enter into.
Resignation.
125 · Nov 2017
Cigs.
Nolan Bucsis Nov 2017
I can't keep going on like this.
Shambling through life.
With nothing to show.
But an aging face.
And ash coating my hands
125 · Jun 2019
Work
Nolan Bucsis Jun 2019
It's another meandering miserable day.
Stuck in the rain, shrouded in grey omnipotent clouds.

Here.
Working.

I've always wanted to leave.

Go.
Out there.
Far from the doldrums of dreaded consistency.
125 · Aug 2018
Ak 47's
Nolan Bucsis Aug 2018
I bear this witness.
To arms.
Outstreched in the night.
Thirsting, for blood.
And annihilation.
125 · Oct 2017
Stuff again.
Nolan Bucsis Oct 2017
Tomorrow is terrifying.
In these wasted days.
Where I can't see a future.

The withdrawal.
Of tobacco.
Starving from habit.
Hypoglycemic psychosis.

Just.
Panic.

Just.
Dysfunction.

Just.
Abysmal.

I like to pretend.
That one day my life will be better.

More.
Normal.
125 · Sep 2017
Progress
Nolan Bucsis Sep 2017
Validate my existence.
By nursing my insecurities.
In your empathetic salvation.
Your divine concern.
A noble neuroses.
Fancy fallacy of form.
Your ideals.
Sacred sentiment.

Yet I'm but a stone.
Cold, distant, and alien.
Only moved.
With.
Force.
124 · Oct 2017
I was in love once.
Nolan Bucsis Oct 2017
I try to tell myself she didn't.
Love me.
But.
She did.
I just ****** it up.
Like I always do.

But,
She still hurts.
To think about.

The way she smiled.
Liked to see me happy.
Enjoyed.
My company.

I can't stop.
Dreaming about her.

I don't want to.
She was my worst mistake.
Nolan Bucsis Nov 2017
I can't seem to manage.
The basics.
Of life.

I just wake up.
Collect my body parts.
And, lurch.
Forward.
To do nothing.
All day.

And, it's boring.
But, I don't know how to live.
Just.
Exist.
124 · Jul 2018
Shattered
Nolan Bucsis Jul 2018
I don't think anyone will love me again.
I'd like to be sad about it.
But, I can't.

They're right.

I'm broken
Nolan Bucsis Apr 2019
These self reflections draw me open.

And my guts laid bare.
My life.
My intuition and my memory.

All fall apart and I'm left barren.
Gazing at nothing.
Coiled frustration.
Despair.
Inadequate.

I'm a waste of food.
A waste of time.
A wasted life.
124 · Sep 2017
Down
Nolan Bucsis Sep 2017
I can only express myself.
In incomplete sentences.
Broken up for.
Effect.

And, it pains me to think.
I'm wasting my life.
Or, so I'm told.
But it only hurts,
Because I don't care.
And, I'm supposed to.
123 · Jun 2019
You know the drill
Nolan Bucsis Jun 2019
Depressed.

I'm always depressed and punishing myself for not being well adjusted.
And, I'm always hungry and overthinking.

This oh so familiar ennui.
My isolation.
My grand delusions.
Are really just the most effective time waster I know.

This is all just some strange daze.
Some kinda washed out broken device I can't fix.

My misanthropy has made me give up as all I long for.

Is.
Sweet.
Release.
123 · Sep 2019
It's never that good
Nolan Bucsis Sep 2019
I have nothing left.
To give you.
I gave it all away.

And now.
I stare into nothingness.
The abyssal night of stupidity.

Too many drugs when I was young.

And I can't make friends.
Don't know how.

And the words I used to relish.
Come so slowly and imprecise.
I chain smoke thought the days.

And escape more often than naught.

Into
One of my many vices.
Anything.
To stop my brain from thinking.

This is all hopeless.
And you're a ******* .
Who deserves nothing.
Nolan Bucsis Oct 2017
I see myself.
Sitting there.
Wondering how to respond.
To the way that you're smiling.

So.
I awkwardly bare my teeth.
Trying no to stare in your eyes.
With my cold.
Dead.

Confused.
Eyes.

Trying to fake an emotion.
Anything.
Human.
Nolan Bucsis Jun 2018
Hope is a lie they tell women.
So they take the abuse.
Of broken men.

And me.
It left a long time ago.
And, I'm just stuck.

With the bruises.
That beat it out of me.

The lies and the deceit.
The longing of.
Other people.
122 · Sep 2017
Guan Yu
Nolan Bucsis Sep 2017
I don't care is the worst thing you can say.
To people in this age of infinite love.
Institutionalized compassion.
Where I'm required to lie.
About giving a ****.
Just to please the gods.
Of, "My fragile ego."

I am anathema.
I am apathetic.
A non person.
A ghost.
With no.
Offerings.

A hungry ghost.
The fragrance of rotting food.
On the porch.
122 · Apr 2019
Monotonous
Nolan Bucsis Apr 2019
Where do I leave these words she gave me?
Where do I put the intimate things?

Where do I let go of the letdown we became.
How do I forget the beautiful could have been.

Here in this regret.
Here in this middle of nowhere.
Here where the rocks murmur a name I no longer hear.

Here despondent.
Here derived.

Contrition.
Torpor.
122 · Sep 2017
The lies of my psychopathy
Nolan Bucsis Sep 2017
I should **** that mouse.
****** the potential disease.
The fleas and the ****.

I should **** that mouse.
For sanitary reasons.
To satiate my blood lust.

I should **** that mouse.
As it taunts me and steals the food I lackadaisically throw on the ground.
Feeds its kids with parasitic need.

I should **** that mouse.
But I can't.
I don't want to.
121 · Oct 2017
Boredom.
Nolan Bucsis Oct 2017
You stare out into those infinite horizons.
You see nothing.
No end.
To this stagnant desperation.
So, you chug the last of the whiskey.
Break the bottle against the truck.
And shoot something.

This is subduction.
This is desperation.
This is the void you fill with chaos.
120 · Sep 2017
Refrain. Refrain. Refrain.
Nolan Bucsis Sep 2017
How many times can I express.
The same thing.
The same way.
With the same words.

And, not quit.
Smashing my head against the wall.
To get rid of a frustration.
I don't know the cause of.

I'm out of things again
Itchy.
Meaningless and odd.
Though, that never changes.

It just transmutates.
Until I've got nothing left.
But, dead vacant words.
A simple catatonia.
Negative schizoid.
Traits.
Nolan Bucsis Jun 2018
It's good that my memory has been damaged.
Irrevocably from all the drugs I consumed.
It's perfect.
I can't even remember the things.
I just want to
Forget.
119 · Sep 2018
Derpressed
Nolan Bucsis Sep 2018
My life is over.
I live on borrowed time.
Death will be a release from this.
Ennui.
Self loathing.
Sadness.
119 · Nov 2019
I can't
Nolan Bucsis Nov 2019
Measured and metered.

Everything nice.
Beauty and spice.

We're all just some drone.

Out there in this magnificent future they wrote about.

In magazines.

In story books.

In the infinite imagination of the next slug to crawl out of the mud and screams at the lack.
Of meaning.
In this.
Life.

No.
I don't want to believe in a better tomorrow.

I can't.
119 · Sep 2019
Out there
Nolan Bucsis Sep 2019
I imagine she's out there.
In that lauded by and by.
Thinking of me.

I hope.

Yet.
I don't know who she is.
And I understand.

She'll just.
Find.
Someone else.
Someone better.

Cause I'm just ossified in my regret.
Depressed because I'm alive.
Socially absent.

Living alone gets me down.
But I long for her hypothetical embrace.
Her ill defined face.

And my love.
For some ghost.
I can only imagine.
Out there.
119 · Sep 2017
I'm never here or there
Nolan Bucsis Sep 2017
The idioms of my persona fluctuate with time.
Some new intuition that speaks to your soul.
Which to me, is just,
An aesthetic.
An overall style.

It's always so late when I decide to wake up.
All you catch is my exit.
118 · May 2019
Words, imprecise
Nolan Bucsis May 2019
I am chased by a ravenous past.

It obliterated right now.

And tomorrow.
Has slipped away into the sublimation of amnesia.

Where I rest.
In a desecrated hollowed out holy land.
117 · Feb 2018
Untitled
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.
117 · Jun 2018
Why did I wake up #2
Nolan Bucsis Jun 2018
I slept through tomorrow.
Woke up in why now.
And I'm about to recede.
Back into the nightmares.
I have every night

I'm a useless eater.

So I starve myself.
So as not to waste the food.

Just everyone's expectations.
117 · Jul 2018
Yesteryears
Nolan Bucsis Jul 2018
I'm old now.
Older than I ever was.
Such a simple dilemma.
Looking at pictures of myself.
From a lifetime ago.
116 · Jul 2018
Fear and Apprehension
Nolan Bucsis Jul 2018
I just wanted to move back to that.
Emptiness in my childhood.

That vacant stare.

The wind whistling in my ear.
And old addages.
To help me fall
Asleep.
116 · Oct 2017
Skeezy
Nolan Bucsis Oct 2017
She said she was *****.
And didn't know where she left her needles.

So I hung out in the kitchen.
Where I could see everything.

Trying to score dope.
In this *****'s house.

With a friend.
115 · Feb 2018
Untitled
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.
115 · Oct 2017
Romance
Nolan Bucsis Oct 2017
I can't get up the energy.
To be interested in your lack.
Of a personality.

No.
I don't ****.
I just drift into rhythm.
And melody.

Wait to die.

Sleeping til six.
114 · Jun 2018
No. Not anymore.
Nolan Bucsis Jun 2018
At least when I'm crazy.
The sadness won't set in.
Long enough.

For me to get high.
Just to make it.

Through the day.
114 · Jul 2018
Hitching to Tommorow
Nolan Bucsis Jul 2018
I'm stagnant.
In this indoor mania.
My cabin fever.
The isolation.
And the world keeps passing me by and leaving me in the ditch.
Again
114 · Apr 2018
Gasp
Nolan Bucsis Apr 2018
She sells sea shells.
In seclude sacred sanctuaries.
And other assoreed.
Temporary Autonomous Zones
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