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 Jan 2014 Stephen Paige
Quinn
eat
 Jan 2014 Stephen Paige
Quinn
eat
Hollow like bleached bones
And the insufferable greed for more
To fill the empty void
Consuming and consuming as I go
Eating the stars, and the moon, and any scrap of sunshine I can get
Yet it's still not enough
And happiness still evades me
Till the hunger, the greed, the need for more destroys me
Or I destroy myself
I don’t want to think about her anymore.
But I just can't seem to get her out of my head.
I know she never thinks about me,
so why am I always stuck with the thought of her?

Every day, she is there.
In my head
And it hurts, it hurts to know
That you and I have no future outside of my thoughts
Because in reality you ignore me
you see me and quickly look away,
and you dont know how much that ******* hurts
how much it hurts to be in love with a girl like you.
A girl who innocently prances around my mind and turns me into a nervous wreck.
why?
I curiously asked her
because I don’t want to hurt you
Well then why does my heart hurt the way it does?
because I must forget.
I must rid my mind of the thoughts she left behind!
But I can't
as much as I want too
*I just can't
Its late and I couldnt sleep because of silly thoughts.
 Jan 2014 Stephen Paige
Miriam
but it's okay.

let me handle this sadness by listening to sad records
and wishing in vain that i was anywhere else but here

because sometimes i get out of this misery
by drowning in more of it

how do you get over something
that never happened,
but felt so real?

am i crazy and just imagining things,
or is there something here?

maybe quit trying to make me hang on,
because the higher this goes,
the harder the fall

God.

i feel so alone.
I often find that the people I know are polarized,
they range from,
positive to negative,
you have your optimists,
your idealists,
your cynics,
your nihilists,
and oddly enough,
everyone else.

Optimists believe in Hamilton's Principle,
but they tailor it to our own fabric,
they believe that for some unknown reason,
the current situation is the optimal one,
everything will be alright,
que sera sera,
carpe diem.

Idealists believe in truth,
they understand what is ideal,
and what is not,
they attempt to apply such principles to the observed world,
and more often than not,
they fail,
but that's alright,
they tried their best.

Cynics view the world as it is,
they observe and make rational judgement,
realism at its finest,
a time tested trait,
pragmatism has served them well.

Nihilists believe that life is without intrinsic meaning,
there is nothing that cannot be observed,
a craft of existentialist theory,
they assert that morality is a figment of mankind's imagination,
and for all we know,
they could be right.

And finally we have the remainder,
those of us we have no idea what we believe,
no path traced in the sand,
no trail blazed in the years prior,
and sometimes I think that perhaps this group is right,
there are limits to human understanding,
and so I ask,
how can we know,
oh,
how can we know?
A.P. Beckstead (2014)
We made eye contact today
It was an accident
We both tried avoiding it
But our blank stares collided
Normally this would have been great
But not this time
This time it was different
This time I saw hate in her eyes
Maybe the pain I once saw was caused by me
And now this is why
Her pain has come to hate me.
More than love,
sometimes it is
the fear of being alone.
Because loneliness
creates a haunting echo
of our silence.

Isn't that why
we seek broken things,
and broken men?

So that we
fix instead of break
at least for once.

So that we
leave our signatures
in the loosely filled
cracks and scars.

So that they
cannot recall life
but after we set
their hearts beating again.

So that every time
they take their clothes off,
they can see us
sewed to their skin.

And be proud
to call it ours.
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