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He's unique
You're a freak
He's gifted
You're twisted
He's alone
He's not a clone
So they don't like him
They're all the same
They're all to blame
Just because
He wasn't picked off the same shelf
As they were
Go **** yourself


**He was a talented, intelligent young man. Everyone will miss him.
No one cares unless you're dead or just like the rest.
 May 2014 first last
falling
pulsing
 May 2014 first last
falling
throbbing, seizing, aching
a pain felt through pulses
fatally shredding purple wounds
not just a pleading heart
hastily trying to revive
a life not eager to be lived
a life drenched in sorrow
a life ending as we speak
 May 2014 first last
r
Prime
 May 2014 first last
r
You said I love you.
I say I love you more.
But love is a prime number,
and zero squared is still zero.

r ~ 5/10/14
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 May 2014 first last
RA
Don't belittle your pain.
Don't bottle it up
Unseen
Unless small parts shove
           themselves out
Like a collection of knives
Inside a (breathing, living)
           carcass.
When the knife
Breaks through
With its harsh, sharp gleam,
Don't push it back in
Deeper
Or say it's nothing
(with a pain(t)ed smile).
I see the stains
of denied blood
Against the shine
of cold steel.
And if you say
it's nothing
How can I fix you?
Another old one.
September 20, 2013
Funny how
your cruel beauty
fills me with words
yet renders me speechless.
#love #inspiration
We are all guilty
When I say something
I want to be heard
A one word response or a murmur
May as well be silence
I feel ignored
Eye contact is no more
Your words are flowing
I respond
but what am I saying?
A conversation is never between two
There is always someone else with us in our hand
We are not in the moment
Because we are also in another land
But it is no land at all.
No ground to stand on.
No living thing to see.
Only words that come across the screen.
 May 2014 first last
r
She hides her smile
behind black lipstick.
Her voice is low
and in between.
She smells of loneliness
and cigarettes.
She sings for me
when she is high.

She gets me higher
than I can go.
She takes me low
and in between.
Her heart's on fire
when she sings.
Her voice is smokey,
full of pain.

She sings of loneliness
and broken dreams.
Her dance is low
and in between.
She gets me high
and lets me down.
She kisses me
with black lipstick.

r ~ 4/29/14
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