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 Mar 2015 Quip the Quandary
Rj
And throughout this time alone
As I watched Chronicles of Narnia
And blasted the weirdest music
I realized I was just filling in the silence
How much more wonderful
Would it be to have someone else
To fill it in for me?
Okayyy so I just want someone to talk to me idk
I have manipulated this poem
To be a mask of emotions
Not letting you know
I am falling apart
Because bulimia is only for girls

Men do not reject their self worth
Due to pressure from society
A consistent of not good enough
Photoshopped billboards

Recalling my most recent meal
In attempt to match my expectations
The ones I have created for myself
Through tainted understandings
Of the world around me
I'm scared to go to sleep,

incase tonight my end I meet.

Why is it always just before bed,

that things start happening in my head?

I can feel it coming,

my head starts humming,

but it never gives me time,

to call out or give a sign.

if I'm lucky and someone is there,

I feel happier because I know they care.

you see, I can still hear everything that is said,

even though other things are going on in my head.

I wish they would find a cure,

then I wouldn't have to worry any more.

Then I could go out and play,

knowing I would be seizure free everyday.
 Feb 2015 Quip the Quandary
nivek
in pursuit I travelled a long road
finally accepting the jump-off-
arrival for body to rest, sheltered
now the soul sings of freedom found
and freedom seeking and freedom won
and freedom known and freedom felt
in pursuit I travel the road of peace
found all along the Way of the Cross.
A year ahead, a year passed by,
The doors are still opened, and the ponds are still dry,
You did say you loved me, you did say goodbye,
Our irrevocable commitments proved promises are a lie.

Its the night recalling the showers in the springs,
And the weekend waltz to the attuned strings,
You revolve around me today, with your name engraved within,
Stop hiding from me, so long where have you been?

But for a second i believed..
As the gush of wind whispered your name,
The clock is ticking beside our picture frame,
You're flowing like the river,in your gown , camouflaging blue,
Lined up a lot of work, I still got seconds for you.
There is always a line between holding on and letting go.The proof is that we are constantly pulled by it.
"do i ever even cross your mind?"

"you've never left."
I would **** to hear you tell me this.
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