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Ever had the most rad? The holy ghost of glad? I had seven months of spastically happy, miles of miracles more than ever been in me! I was lifted beyond unknown heights, kiss-gifted to upon cloud-shown sights! **** my sweetest taurus tore US and i was tossed aside cast back across cliff-side on the catapult of my-fault Stranded, broken before i landed, and after, all that's left is shatter... Crying daily, well, more sobbing uncontrollably, spirit crying as it's dying the essence of yur being screaming as it's bleeding... what is there but weeping and sleeping? Flowers for the ones you've known, the dead given new life grown. Except it ***** even more than ever before, cuz yur heart is being ****** upon Death's shore. And my present somewhen is i shall never shine again. My rare laughter is a terrorist to me, a foreigner ex-family. Anything non-shatter is an unwelcome stranger nonsense cult danger... i keep going thru the motions, despite nooooooo!!! emotions... having empty echo conversations, exerting energy in wasted creations... trying to care why'ing to share butt nah i got nothing there... other than a why the **** would i care, and a barren sigh soul-struck stare... Almost all smiles are fake forced and painful, ain't that the definition of fuckin' wonderful?! **** oh woe is me, i s'posed to be oh so happy... Oh yes sir Cap'n, that's gonna fuckin' happen... except i ain't got no mend and this ain't got no end other than forever....
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
Been Broken Beyond Broken
Ever had the most rad? The holy ghost of glad? I had seven months of spastically happy, miles of miracles more than ever been in me! I was lifted beyond unknown heights, kiss-gifted to upon cloud-shown sights! **** my sweetest taurus tore US and i was tossed aside cast back across cliff-side on the catapult of my-fault Stranded, broken before i landed, and after, all that's left is shatter... Crying daily, well, more sobbing uncontrollably, spirit crying as it's dying the essence of yur being screaming as it's bleeding... what is there but weeping and sleeping? Flowers for the ones you've known, the dead given new life grown. Except it ***** even more than ever before, cuz yur heart is being ****** upon Death's shore. And my present somewhen is i shall never shine again. My rare laughter is a terrorist to me, a foreigner ex-family. Anything non-shatter is an unwelcome stranger nonsense cult danger... i keep going thru the motions, despite nooooooo!!! emotions... having empty echo conversations, exerting energy in wasted creations... trying to care why'ing to share butt nah i got nothing there... other than a why the **** would i care, and a barren sigh soul-struck stare... Almost all smiles are fake forced and painful, ain't that the definition of fuckin' wonderful?! **** oh woe is me, i s'posed to be oh so happy... Oh yes sir Cap'n, that's gonna fuckin' happen... except i ain't got no mend and this ain't got no end other than forever....
I promise some happy happy joy joy poems soon (from days gone by...)
ohnoe
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
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