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This aching churns within me where happiness will bubble T-minus 5...4... My writing is **** There's no art here anymore. Sob ********** onto paper. Everyone relates to interpretation, but inkblots have no soul. Stains, waiting. Sunlight cannot creep where darkness cannot grow. Coin-flip. Mind-trip. Sad rag-time beat out, off beating beat poet beats drums no one can hear. There's nothing here. Jeckyl wishes Hyde would hide, run away never come back-- I'll never forget how much I lack I've cracked, back fractures breaking too much ecstasy--not enough--You're shaking is that me? can't be. This desperation this need to cling to SOMETHING it's worse every time--it's cheap when I rhyme I can't ride out these mistakes, can't fake that I'm ok I seem to be doing fine. but its one or the other in my mind -NOT SO YOU COULD THROW LIGHTSWITCH RAVES- can't be saved keep repeating I wish I could be saved but they never let me have my pony. No white horses No dreaming So obsessed with this wheel I keep spinning the only thing I seem to be able to do is change direction. tedious, no? It's what we're working with. All I ever wanted was somebody to love me now...when it comes to be it just makes me more crazy how can someone love me? it doesn't make sense. I go to rip off your mask and I take off your face-- surrounded by rotting skin searching for a way to end so how can I begin?
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC
Living Divided
This aching churns within me where happiness will bubble T-minus 5...4... My writing is **** There's no art here anymore. Sob ********** onto paper. Everyone relates to interpretation, but inkblots have no soul. Stains, waiting. Sunlight cannot creep where darkness cannot grow. Coin-flip. Mind-trip. Sad rag-time beat out, off beating beat poet beats drums no one can hear. There's nothing here. Jeckyl wishes Hyde would hide, run away never come back-- I'll never forget how much I lack I've cracked, back fractures breaking too much ecstasy--not enough--You're shaking is that me? can't be. This desperation this need to cling to SOMETHING it's worse every time--it's cheap when I rhyme I can't ride out these mistakes, can't fake that I'm ok I seem to be doing fine. but its one or the other in my mind -NOT SO YOU COULD THROW LIGHTSWITCH RAVES- can't be saved keep repeating I wish I could be saved but they never let me have my pony. No white horses No dreaming So obsessed with this wheel I keep spinning the only thing I seem to be able to do is change direction. tedious, no? It's what we're working with. All I ever wanted was somebody to love me now...when it comes to be it just makes me more crazy how can someone love me? it doesn't make sense. I go to rip off your mask and I take off your face-- surrounded by rotting skin searching for a way to end so how can I begin?
NEwaters
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NEwaters
American
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC
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