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he smells strongly of cedar doped lightly with american spirits i'm determined to break my heart again and again keep loving & keep moving on simultaneously i keep doing this maybe i am a romantic after all led zeppelin - ten years gone playing in the car guitars pulling me in smoke and cedar i want to reach out and hold him wrap my arms around from behind i miss his heavy hand on my back guilty of backseat daydreaming guilty of secret plans to get near and far to test proximity nothing changes but the shape of this melancholia witches rave hate this and i'll love you comfortably numb - i want my head on his chest angry at myself the night i dreamt, it was just this: someone pointed out that he looked really handsome that day i said "/Thank you/" because i'd been dying for someone to say it, to point it out, because i'd spent the whole entire day thinking about it he's so handsome today more than the sweet man i trust handsome like a stranger like a crush i'm going to bed tonight with a hand gripping my heart with such strength it may implode a crush a delusion? a fleeting fondness? my beloved friend who made such wonderful things possible for me who treated me with the love and kindness that he shows to all those dear no special treatment but i'm struck i'm struck we're almost home his right hand on the wheel, the other fidgeting with a lock of his hair the dark curls that i cut for him months ago, they're growing out now i'm scared to get out of this car and say goodnight souvlaki space station shifts and tings and fades cool night air, release this grip on my heart remember that he feels nothing just be grateful for the friendship and give back the care
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Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 12:23 AM UTC
oops yearning again
he smells strongly of cedar doped lightly with american spirits i'm determined to break my heart again and again keep loving & keep moving on simultaneously i keep doing this maybe i am a romantic after all led zeppelin - ten years gone playing in the car guitars pulling me in smoke and cedar i want to reach out and hold him wrap my arms around from behind i miss his heavy hand on my back guilty of backseat daydreaming guilty of secret plans to get near and far to test proximity nothing changes but the shape of this melancholia witches rave hate this and i'll love you comfortably numb - i want my head on his chest angry at myself the night i dreamt, it was just this: someone pointed out that he looked really handsome that day i said "/Thank you/" because i'd been dying for someone to say it, to point it out, because i'd spent the whole entire day thinking about it he's so handsome today more than the sweet man i trust handsome like a stranger like a crush i'm going to bed tonight with a hand gripping my heart with such strength it may implode a crush a delusion? a fleeting fondness? my beloved friend who made such wonderful things possible for me who treated me with the love and kindness that he shows to all those dear no special treatment but i'm struck i'm struck we're almost home his right hand on the wheel, the other fidgeting with a lock of his hair the dark curls that i cut for him months ago, they're growing out now i'm scared to get out of this car and say goodnight souvlaki space station shifts and tings and fades cool night air, release this grip on my heart remember that he feels nothing just be grateful for the friendship and give back the care
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Gender was a stupid creation Who decided just because I have, well... Certain bits That it means I should wear a skirt? Or a dress? I mean what does it matter? Why aren’t we just all the same? I don’t want to choose Because getting it wrong Means doing again...
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Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 4:09 PM UTC
Stupid creation
The feeling of wanting to go home even though you lie in your bed. What does that mean? If this isn’t home, where is it? What if I never find it? What if I never had it in the first place? Was I feeling something completely different and giving it the wrong label? Who did this to me? Was it me? It’s my fault, isn’t it? Do I deserve this? Why? Am I a bad person?
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Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 9:23 AM UTC
Homesick
i hate that i miss you i hate it so much i hate myself for getting so attached i hate my heart for skipping a beat when i see you i hate my stomach for dropping when i hear your voice i hate my body for craving yours i hate my mind for imagining the way you looked at me i hate my eyes for tearing up in the middle of the night i hate everything about me as much as i loved everything about you
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC
hate it
Live music is a sound machine, On all four corners, Gilded streets, nearly five in the morning, Pavement feet meet ****** shoes Shuffling down the block. Pigeon claps & high hats, Cat heads & piano chops, Whiskey sours evening gowns, Lemon drops with Father Brown. The St. Claude Shuffle down the boulevard, Where shoes straddle electric wires. Sirens ring & bullets proof, And the blues sing out of shotgun shacks.
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
The St. Claude Shuffle
How many men fit inside a commom four man tent?
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:24 PM UTC
I was asked at work today (10w)
i feel anxious not sometimes, not constantly. well i'm not too sure. maybe.. i feel like i'm constantly being dragged in every direction, the stars are plucking at my hair like strings. and my mind- it seems to wander, goes anywhere else but where i need it to be. i will never understand why my feet forget how to walk sometimes, no they're not judging the way you walk- well, now, maybe. i'm not breathing that loudly- stop it you know how to breathe, now you can't catch your breath. i will never understand why my eyes flicker to find people who i assume are looking or thinking about me. no one cares. so why do i? -j.p.
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
distressed
It's currently 3:47am and my window is open. Which means the birds are now becoming nature's alarm clock. And that is just a wake up call that I did not ask for. The birds just keep singing and here I am typing this on an iPod that doesn't even belong to me. Hating the constant chirping of winged animals while I've been here watching Grey's Anatomy for hours on end. So I guess I am just a huge ***** for staying up late watching doctor shows. I'm not even sure if this is a poem. I'm just sick of the birds and feeling terrible for things I did late at night. If this was any other day.. I would have already shut off my alarm clock. Or just shout at the birds I guess.
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
Morning If Anything
Every time I think of your face I smile like an idiot a big silly grin and it happens in the awkwardest of places people look at me "Is she okay?" I don't care please make me smile everyday
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
Everyday Smiles
Its been eight months and three days since i last saw your face. I've been dreaming about this day since then. I felt something in the pit of my stomach, bubbling to the surface, similar to butterflies. Im not quite sure. It felt more like my organs decided to burst at that very moment. And my lungs caved in, as if somehow in that two seconds of blindly staring, I was brought out to sea. And you walked right through the front door. My expression was dull, and blank. But inside it was a hurricane, rain storming from my eyes, blood tsunamis flooding my insides, my thoughts twisted and turned until they formed tornados, my finger tips charged with electricity, my heart was thunder pounding harder with each beat until it was ready to explode. But my face was slack, completely untouched. You lifted your head, the way you sometimes do, as if to say hello. I was completely numb. Its been eight months and three days since i last saw your face.
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
it's been eight months and three days
there are dreams that you grab and drag behind you leash pulled tight apparently i am supposed to believe these will all be fullfilled but how can i know people tend to ignore the threatening undertones because the majority of my dreams are nightmares
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
dreams
such a nice, easy, going day it seems way to chill to be going away it's quite and peaceful, haven't had that here for a while I know that when I leave, it's going to end up with tears and a smile I'll miss the memories and friends, the small comfort I found it's scary, I'm going back home, where disaster is all around but it feel's so good knowing it's only hours away from leaving I hope I don't do anything stupid like going missing I've thought about this day since the first day I came but now it's crazy thinking that out there it's no game I've got skills and talents and know how to put them to work but it's up to me, to see, if I use them, so I won't get hurt my mind and emotions are about to burst because I'm hoping for the best, but expecting the worst it's only hours away, it going by real fast it feels so great to finally say, at last! I'm happy and nervous but that's not bad at all I just hope that I don't begin to fall I'm ready, everything is packed up I'm just like a volcano, ready to erupt I thank the ones who were always there, never turned me down I'm glad I made friends that never let me fall to the ground I'll be leaving real soon and it's exciting as hell to my brothers and sisters I wish you farewell
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
last day