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#mono
Our love, I foolishly hoped, would be pretty simple For down my spine you’d always send a tender tickle But you and not I turned out to be blithely fickle The day you said goodbye, I got to see pure evil In eyes that were once alluring if not readily sinful I silently cried because my heart then you did ******* The forever you promised somehow became a mere wrinkle In the future that I now have to explain in past participle
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Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC
The day I said goodbye...
take this road to the moon take his hand, the moon child, cause that’s how its supposed to be all this pain all this sorrow that’s our destiny
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
moon child
Dust for dust, it's never enough Who can feel all these feelings when there's just so much lust ****** passion with some anger and rage You're filled with something that can never change Cause you've got monsters on the mind They've mistaken you for kind But your bad, maybe worse than anybody else When the preacher prays, he prays for your health But when he prays for your health he prays for your filth So dust to dust, do what you must But only darkness is here, darkness and lust
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
Lust
For many years you have enjoyed. My company that you used to avoid. Now from your love my heart is devoid. Because I saw something that made me annoyed. Seeing you with someone else, I was destroyed. Like a planet turned into pieces by an asteroid. I now run through the streets like a paranoid. There's no one in this world to fill that VOID.
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
VOID
I'm merely a poet But you may think me a rapper if I didn't note it I'm made in moments I design the riots these words are my pilots I fly them into structures that lack cognitive diets I'm like cons stuck to your Feel it Try it Cry it When you're cursing in the car seeing red grab a cigarette light it I am here to recreate the con template make more meaning behind your quite riot when you remember how to be great swinging from swings singing songs of King Kong and monkeys playing on strings When mondays were not monotony growing older into neoteny has this gotten to thee? You take it in threes, Speeding tickets, Deadlines, and Rotten Trees keep on keeping on vote on voting on PoliceSeas? Can't change the country without cash, fears, or blood Que Sera, Sera humans ride the carousel of DUH! I should Detain my thoughts many deem insane let them germinate with time attain more circular grain I'm ready for hand over hate for a steady gain I'm ready for self worth over wealth a cure for the pain I could light myself on fire and yes one man can How long can we malnourish the heart and ********** the brain? But, y'all don't wanna be free just wanna get poor quick Sell your soul on FB a phat horse chewing the bit while you eat the virus that makes you sick! "I am not a rapper" but I can wrap it up in a split "It's Just US for tray bomb" if not miseducated in Lit "Eyed Diabolical, My necklace stripped"   You can steal this message in a bottle as I bleed out this ****
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
Merely a Mono U Mo Ment
I'm merely a poet But you may think me a rapper if I didn't note it I'm made in moments I design the riots these words are my pilots I fly them into structures that lack cognitive diets I'm like cons stuck to your Feel it Try it Cry it When you're cursing in the car seeing red grab a cigarette light it I am here to recreate the con template make more meaning behind your quite riot when you remember how to be great swinging from swings singing songs of King Kong and monkeys playing on strings When mondays were not monotony growing older into neoteny has this gotten to thee? You take it in threes, Speeding tickets, Deadlines, and Rotten Trees keep on keeping on vote on voting on PoliceSeas? Can't change the country without cash, fears, or blood Que Sera, Sera humans ride the carousel of DUH! I should Detain my thoughts many deem insane let them germinate with time attain more circular grain I'm ready for hand over hate for a steady gain I'm ready for self worth over wealth a cure for the pain I could light myself on fire and yes one man can How long can we malnourish the heart and ********** the brain? But, y'all don't wanna be free just wanna get poor quick Sell your soul on FB a phat horse chewing the bit while you eat the virus that makes you sick! "I am not a rapper" but I can wrap it up in a split "It's Just US for tray bomb" if not miseducated in Lit "Eyed Diabolical, My necklace stripped"   You can steal this message in a bottle as I bleed out this ****
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I want his embrace. This challenge I face. I'm his disgrace. His little one. I want his light. This effortless plight. I'm not alright. I'm done. I want his promise. An actual truth. My chest, Falling against his. I want to know his landscape. Every twist. Every ridge. I want his control. This love unfolds. Heart-aching mold. I'm his fool. I don't belong. The day, long gone. I've done it all wrong. This love Its cruel.
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
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written December 24, 2014 "As I walked inside the flood of memories came pouring down into the deep depths of my empty stomach And my heart dropped down with them, when I first saw you Feeble, exhausted, and glued to your bed Throat so inflamed that barely any words were said Wishing things were different, but there's nothing we can do Besides sit and watch a movie together, inside the hospital room When you caressed my hand, I felt it straight in my heart Like a pathway to my happiness, you are the start Our time was cut short, and I had to say goodbye Our hands fell from our intertwine, to our sides as I looked you in the eyes for this last time And said, 'bye' But don't worry my love, I'll be back soon And I promise I love you from the ground to the moon (and back)"
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
Hospital Visit
"I once thought I had mono for an entire year. It turned out I was just really bored."--Wayne Campbell, Wayne's World Pass this         night un- ********                                             wingnuts. Opened         casing showing                                              my guts. Fragmented seconds ticking, slipping through the widening span                                      of these small hands. I've unlocked                         my innards and the truth is out: it's mostly rusting gears. I've wound down.                 I've ground up days and weeks, upended months, spilled crumbs                          of my years on pages, aging fast. The faces show it's late,                                         so late. Time's up.           Trickling out of                                         habits Gutter            nights are washing                                          ashes Into                  Yawning                                               Faces filled up                   with questions                                               falling from the corners of their weary, sunburnt eyes. I'll tick off one more weekend, crossing panels off a page.                                Discard a month. They've opened                    the archives and the story's old, the golden paper cracks. The faces,                               blank pages, rifle past through volumes' deaf-- --'ning greys.                         Intentions forgotten, filtered through the seasons' blurring hum.                                               It's so late.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
Monaural
"I once thought I had mono for an entire year. It turned out I was just really bored."--Wayne Campbell, Wayne's World Pass this         night un- ********                                             wingnuts. Opened         casing showing                                              my guts. Fragmented seconds ticking, slipping through the widening span                                      of these small hands. I've unlocked                         my innards and the truth is out: it's mostly rusting gears. I've wound down.                 I've ground up days and weeks, upended months, spilled crumbs                          of my years on pages, aging fast. The faces show it's late,                                         so late. Time's up.           Trickling out of                                         habits Gutter            nights are washing                                          ashes Into                  Yawning                                               Faces filled up                   with questions                                               falling from the corners of their weary, sunburnt eyes. I'll tick off one more weekend, crossing panels off a page.                                Discard a month. They've opened                    the archives and the story's old, the golden paper cracks. The faces,                               blank pages, rifle past through volumes' deaf-- --'ning greys.                         Intentions forgotten, filtered through the seasons' blurring hum.                                               It's so late.
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I met a girl who I believed to be Beautiful, trustworthy, and compatible with me We took long walks, poured out our hearts Every step was a step closer, until we were barely apart I'd pull her toward me and ensnare her in a long embrace On sight of her a smile would shine upon my face From the time I made her mine we laughed and toyed with love We held each other, and I felt happiness undreamed of I treated her the way I should like a princess, faithful, kind, and caring, like a prince would I thought this happiness could last That for nothing more, could I ask But hindsight and wary eyes alike are tightly shut until, the moments' passed, and your ignorant heart's been killed She spent our nights apart with other men She abandoned our relationship in secret, time and time again I did not know she was unfaithful I didn't know she was so cruel I gave her all she'd ever wanted But for her, respect had no appeal Her true desires were for men dishonest the kind much like herself, who broke a promise I did not know what she was hiding below Until she gave me mono. For the next month of my life I knew nothing but strife My bed was my unsought-after companion Holding me through fevers and sweat Pain and hopelessness While I sat alone, hoping to recover The girl who got me there Found a way to disappear She bypassed most of the symptoms And knowingly made me her victim.
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
I did not know she was so cruel