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stardust style Oct 2013
sometimes
i dont know what to write down
sometimes
the papers too thin and
sometimes
it's the words
sometimes
i want to cry and theres
sometimes
when i can't.
sometimes
i can figure it out but
sometimes
when it comes to
sum time
it just doesn't add up
sometimes
when there is
sometime
before i'm gone
i take
some time
to remind myself how alright life is and
sometimes
it isnt but thats only
sometimes
and i really really want you to be okay
because these are some times
these lives, and youve had
some time
but not enough, not NEARLY enough.
sometimes
i don't know what to tell you.
sometimes,
you only listen for
some time,
and i don't know how to heal these wounds except with
some time.
but there are
some times when we're running OUT of time, but
sometimes,
there's too much, there are
sometimes
when the rain outweighs the
sun's time
and you're lost, but just give me
some time.
there will be some times
you'll be grateful you stuck around for
sometime
longer.
sometimes,
i won't be there but
sometimes,
maybe, you'll remember me
some, times
when you'll be happy, and those
some times
long ago, will be
some time
behind you.
sometimes,
you'll cry and
sometimes,
you won't because
sometimes
there isn't anything to cry over.

(sometimes
you won't know what to write down.
sometimes
the papers too thin and
sometimes,
it's the words.)
this is rambling and old, but still has a special place in my heart
stardust style Oct 2013
bridging across time and
emotional space
trails of fate coming together
tying in neat little knots
twisting strands of DNA
and the oils of our skin
cheap coffee, chewing gum
and newspapers read by serious men
crying children
and hollow adults
(crying on the inside)
dingy humans
walk clean floors
to fly
this is probably one of my favorites, and someone i idolize really loved it
stardust style Oct 2013
i think that everyone
who wants to cry
should take a pen
and
write down everything
that went to **** today
because the blue lines
have a way
of condensing the chaos
into a listless listing
and the pen
has a way
of crossing out
the mistakes
stardust style Oct 2013
i want to let it
go
like a balloon, watch it
float
up to it's heavenly
mortality
close my eyes with sick
pleasure
scream out a sigh, let it
fly
let every breath be a
kiss
and every eyeful a
gift
presented by the esteemed chorus
of my heartbeat
i read this at a poetry slam once, that was really cool
stardust style Oct 2013
i found out
another friend is
Sad
with a capital 's', with capital weight
heaviness, of a bomb dropped
into glowing memoriam
sorrys and thanks, in equal measures
the world is
a little off kilter, a little
straighter
now
the sky still disassociates with the earth, in the morning
a membrane of white
stitched by avian sillouettes
awhiles whittling into brittle tones
paneling the arching of our spines
and
the italicized whir points out the
jagged smoothness
of sighs

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