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Hunter 3d
Ever since you left
I've felt hooked on ****
On the inside I'm dying
For some reason I am still crying
I still miss you sadly to say
I think about you every day
No amount of drugs
Could ever replace your hugs
No amount of alcohol can erase this
No one else has the same kiss
All I have left of you is thoughts
And the memories that put my stomach in knots
Everything reminds me of you
And all the things I wish to undo
You are still here to me
It's like you won't let me be
Even though  your a 1000 miles away
Your still with me in the school day
I still sit and wait
Even though you're full of hate
I still think of you as my mate
What if I stray away?
I will still be here.
What if you don't want to stay?
I will always be near.

What if I mess up?
I will still care.
What if I don't measure up?
You will,for you are rare.

What if I can't grow?
I will lift you higher.
What if I am too slow?
I will still have the desire.

Why are you still here?
Jesus smiled.
I will never disappear
for you are my child.
all blue Dec 5
i'd buy the ticket
if i didn't know where it led
the fuel of desire
adventure, ****, pain
heartbreak lasts until


weekends have never been so dismal. gray, gray skies, gray lights, my eyes blink and blink again but the haze that grips on tight will not let go! i think it drips down my cheeks sometimes but only when the lights are off. my silence is a skill, not a talent- i used to be louder when i'd


i am socks in the shower

headphones broken in one ear

i am an ebay sweetheart

please buy me!!!!!
almost what
you'd expect

.return me!!!!!
but you will
never get as much

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weewoo weewoo weewoo

red and blue red and blue

blue bruises red pens

blue sky red



don't leave me on read :(
Faith Dec 3
my fingertips are warm...
like i dipped them
into a hot bath
or ran them under
a heated faucet

like you took them
between your hands
and absorbed their chill

but you are not here
and they are warm
from the tequila
Bullet Nov 29
I'm here for you

I might be...




Even in my

Even if your num

I can still be here for you

Just remember my number
For the girl at the bar
Maria Etre Nov 26
Dated memories
date back
to dates
I want to date
some erase
and scotch you
in between to recreate
new dates in old dates
Thom Jamieson Nov 25
I read an article in the news this week,
It was about profiling corporate bigwigs
And the shocking conclusion,
That the vast majority of these pigs at the trough of good fortune
Are psychopaths, a statistically significant majority,
Like eighty percent,
This tweaked my curiosity and so I did a bit of research,
And I learned that a psychopath is someone
who experiences life differently,
they experience all of the positive emotions,
Love, happiness, comradery, all of it.
But they’re wired differently,
When it comes to the sad, bad, mad times.
They don’t feel the way most humans do,
They feel detached from these things
They tend to deal with things of this nature
From a logical and removed perspective,
And this is where the road forks.
Ethical, moral, love-based pychopaths
Release the tension, resulting from the conflict
That arises from this, (aka wow I’m a freak)
through healthy
Or at least, socially-acceptable methods
Others, unfortunately dispose of it,
through darker, more nefarious means
Today, I started to wonder if I’m a psychopath,
Not the hack them, slash them maniac you see on film
The ones that just don’t feel like other people.
I was reading a book about self-realization,
About dropping preconceived inhibitions
Quieting the mind,
And finding “the silence within the silence” as they say,
I started to consider this,
I thought back to my transformation in August of seventeen
I moved from subject to passive observer,
I substituted love for fear, in every corner of my life,
And I found the silence, perhaps just a glimpse,
But it was so beautiful, it impressed upon me
An entirely new disposition,
As a passive observer, I’ve been able
To see myself much more clearly
When you look at yourself from a standpoint,
That leads you to recognize that in fact
There is no you at all, only your perception
And in fact, even perception
Consciousness, the core of experience
Is an illusion in and of itself.
An illusion nurtured by
The confines of society
Because at the level of atoms and molecules
We really all are
Intertwined and indistinguishable
And these tiny points of perception
That we think of as us
Are actually one
As though a block of energy
Was slammed through a cheese grater
And from this perspective,
and the Fear/love paradigm,
I find myself alone,
Alone, and happy,
The first-time
Today, I started to wonder if I’m a psychopath.
And though I’m not wishing for the way it was
I do wish
I had a friend,
a sounding-board so to speak
Who knows me as well
As the one that I have hurt, and who has hurt me
To really help me decide,
Is this an epiphany,
Or insanity
A middle-aged crazy man
Writing words no one will ever read
Either way, I suppose
You can look from one of two sides
From the loss, and the sadness
The love and respect for the past
Or from the perspective of freedom,
And doing what you were put
In this crazy world to do
Today, I started to wonder if I’m a psychopath,
At one point this afternoon
I realized I hurt in my entirety
My body, head to toe
My heart, because I am alone
But still alone
And my soul because
I don’t feel the way other people do
I won’t hurt anyone else
At least not on purpose
But every inch of me hurts
And yet, even the sadness I feel
In waves,
By no means all the time,
But when it hits,
It hits hard,
I realize this too is a bad habit at best,
And an illusion at worst
What growth can come,
From pining for the past
Or any attachment for that matter
Because those things
That we can’t stop ourselves from doing
That arise from mind
Such as regret, or loss
Or guilt
Are bad-habits,
That serve absolutely nothing
But to teach, and move on
To how you might
Make the reality that is now
The best it can be,
For everybody,
Even me!
Today, I started to wonder if I’m a psychopath.
#****** #psychopath #love #awakening #enlightenment #truth #perception #illusion #avidya #attachment
Maxim Keyfman Nov 24
well then the light goes out
all lanterns fade out
and far and near
no more fireflies

oh that's all over here
end of sunset and sunrise
all cranes fly away
in all fogs and seas

apiwe Nov 17
sizzling with excitement, unpredictability
Hits against their faces.
Breaking strong into a day of reckless liberty.
With blood running hot through their vessels
to their heads
to their eyes ever so warm with wonder - yet-
ever so chilled with nonchalance.
They don't care.
but I am in here.
No riffling pop song bass in my ears
only a sonata for flute, violin and harp
No intoxicating spirits for me
only the feel of a pen
and textbook cold and
hard against my skin - yet-
It is so warm in here...
I'm writing a Chemistry exam on Monday. My peers are making their own chemistry right now.

P. S I think I might have used the dash incorrectly. Excuse me, Grammar Nazis.

P. P. S The sonata is by Claude Debussy. Not sure of the Opus number
Alok Nov 16
O! the silent meditating deep green!
To whom you bow your head?
Like a thousand years Yogi!
To whom you bow your head?

Your only color  green attracks!
As you have keep it without regret
The only color green?
You have no desire for others!
You are peace within,
And so too contented.
Show me the way of simplicity.

You keep standstill your legs.
For thousand and thousand days!
I feel boredom to you!
But you smile and teach me the Happiness!
O the Green!
You keep the language of *** within.
O the Green!
You bless me the green and forever
I may remain serene.
whenever we observe the green nature, we may find something deep inside the green nature. this is really mysterious!
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