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When the smallest thing happens to me, I think: "take my life away just do it i don't wanna be here anymore like seriously,what the **** kms."
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Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
Millennial Woes
An apple in a pinch Waterfalls called out for toddlers, Father's Sports fanatic sweater wearers week. ***** by Saturday, By the phone in Vermont but from India Inside of six days: Seven, holidays, prey animals; No one even pretends to sleep anymore Anywhere words and eye fluttering can be had. No caves to scribble with history, all purchase Buying-Power inscribed. Just a brief day, sixteen hours or less Maybe two midnights more.
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
Yield
Always thinkin' bout somethin Always talkin' bout nothin' Always doin nothin' quit talkin' bout it Just keep sing sing sing sing sing sing singin along don't make no decisions. counter productive tunnel vision. we're spinnin wheels, never shiftin gears, diggin ourselves deeper in the rut. trying to escape the black hole still covered in regional sludge. but what are ya gonna do?
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC
Poems Are best left Angsty
we were just two more methland residents, dreams floating in our heads. we were hoping to prove the american dream was not quite really dead. but times sure change and so do dreams. i guess. We're not the next Spielbergs We're not the next Mansons we're too Fu^&ed; up for that. but maybe some of our dreams won't die. you and I can keep some alive. We're not the next Clintons We're not the next Tolstoys we're not skilled enough for that. I'll carry the 2.5 kids if you will buy the house. They will paint the picket fence white and we'll hide quiet as mice but acting like rabbits. I'm not Ward and you're not June but this will work out anyway. we're not the next Cleavers we're not the next Bradys We're at least better than that.
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
Our American Dream
Blister bites Beneath the skin Of conflict wars In ignorance The border die Was fixed at six Symmetrical To wilful sin Change and change Won’t come Without collapse Your lips Your breath Come without cracks and gasps Your eyes Your tears Come without dust and fear There’s something Amiss With the land we’re living in Can’t quite Place my Ignorance on it I once saw a man Blended into the night With a tarnished can and a sign But everyone walked on by I once saw a child Work to death in the sun With a knife and a gun Against his back First world? Third world? We live in the same world . . .
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
conflict wars
Dream your peace Whilst the world rages Go lie in your steel-walled sleep Let the crueller men deceive Let better men bleed A sleeping mind for sleeping times What’s another casualty? Doesn’t affect me So you let deflections become reflexes Unknowingly Happenstance you came to live In first world palms, with first world eyes Never looking back at second place Least of all the third in line Whatever gets you to sleep at night With such birth rights, With such languor I will rule the world in my own mind With such circumstantial, beneficial, superiority I will turn a blind eye To everybody’s suffering but mine
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
national apathy