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My frail mind
             Keeps me awake this night
Unlike others
                        You fill my head to the brim
        With
Pale moonlight             and
                    A sip of wine cleanses
          My eagerness to see you
   My                       sense of direction clouded
                But my imagination
Only
                        Surrounds these thoughts
              At 5 am on a warm sunday morning
        Because
I                miss               you             so
It feels so normal.
...I was thinking if,
you were lonely
we could leave here and no one would know...

"I'm sorry man"
they rushed their condescending voices toward him
some of us don't feel the shame
most of us realize now
love tastes bitter when it's gone
funny how everything comes to pass,
that all the memories fall through your fingers
until there's no one around you can recollect being good to you

he smokes a cigarette
watching the cars as it smolders
if anyone ever had a heart,
he wouldn't be alone
he knows,
she's been here too few years to be gone
but still it's much too long
to let hurt go
please let her go

we'll stick around
see how bad it gets...

is it any better now?

if the murmurs in our soul
mean we're supposed to know
when pain approaches us
and we find the pleasure in it

as soon as our enthusiasm caves in
our hollow resolve kicks in

because we found that flicker
in someone else
and he made her feel **** worthy
but girls are foolish
when they test a situation

better than nothing
she dragged you down
but you just pulled her back up and boomed

"I'm more than this."
We
A tangible visage on the horizon
Luminescent transcendental realization
A creative process known in one language
& every language as a separate nothing

A breath expands my soul
Breaches my chaotic existence
Anger, fear, serendipity
Flood, against the grain
My fragile substance
Gathers
Amidst an earthly glow

Breaking a chain
Much greater than our own desires

It is larger than us
Greater than our meek reality

It has been harsh for those who have true faith
Not of a religious or spiritual point
But a bold and selfless type

Only to be debilitated by
An audacious creature
False in his ways
Always wanting
Never actually obtaining

Such a scarce and volatile being
Never to make sense
At all
Escaping reality is like
     Finding a spark          &
               Igniting a piece of yourself
        Illuminating
All the surrounding fog     &      trees       &        bike lanes
    To grasp a failure                           Is only a fraction
Of the hydrogen bomb         Created to give birth to all the mantis shrimp & orchids & deflated balloons
     "Our brains contain only a fraction of our being" she said
"&         we only use but a fraction of our brains"
                                       Fractions
               Decimals                   Numbers in the irrational thought            are like
           The exclusion of colors from world war 1
The absence of life at the bottom of the ocean
           So
                      We all assume
                                 presume
That our memories serve us correct
          That what we see is
                       In fact
                                     What we get
    When in the plane of our existence
                     We accept lies as truth
                   & truth as a harsh reality
Smoking cigarettes in the rain.
It's days like this
I remember the faint murmurs
Of my past.
When i used to splash in the puddles
Not acknowledging my own
Slow heartbeat
Or the wakes of how everyone's
Existence can touch yours
In just a way
That it sends you into a
Catatonic realization
Into a vivid imagining of how things could be
But the fact that things are better the way they are.
Lucid thoughts provoked my imagination awake
             That morning, the bitter coffee singed my tongue
                           She wasn't there any more
              In my dreams
                                                wandering my wasteland mind
                         I found comfort in her
   But now it escaped me
               Knowing I'd have to live the day
                                                    longing for her company
                       Maybe if I fell asleep again
or                    daydreamed a little
or                             held onto that hope a little longer
                        I'd                                 wake up                  & get lost
                                             in her eyes                    &
                                                                    not my mind
                        For once I'd like to be surprised
                                                    By my own meandering,
                                                                                magnetic pull
                                                         My will
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