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"boaring" poems
i know you told me you tell all your friends i love you but when i see them coming near you with their sugarcoated lips the devil on my shoulder, who dresses like you but her lipstick's red, tells me that my pixelated poetry can't be enough i know you told me that the week was hell and now you need sleep but when i flash before your eyes like rain before it falls into a puddle, indecernable, and i an feel your eyes boaring into my soul, i think, maybe i just need to try one more time, though you're tired i know you told me your life is hard and its all you can do to stay alive but here i go again, putting my anthill of cough medicine and paycuts next to a mountain of car accidents and sleepless nights i never knew, and you listen to every word and break my heart i know you told me that you love me but the devil on my shoulder laughs like you some days, because you are the sunlight covered by my clouds and all i am is undeserving
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
Undeserving
required a son, required some sort of new kind of free wheeling master claws, with antennae sticking out of his head, he's a neaucesence, throw him in with the others, in a few weeks he'll be dead, the silence growing in a room of hostilities, boaring, raging, clawing, a man in a his ***** wife beater bathing in some sort of maniacal driving, there is surplus, there is some, but there is still the baby crying, the unsettling warm weather bringing these people closer to dying, required a son, some sort of new kind of free wheeling master, there are some things that aren't written down in textbooks that bring some sort of new energies, that make the water flow with just a bit more elegance, there are some energies that take up an entire day, that we flow through but are just never aware of, they roll on and roll on and roll on, but then again, the hot and sweaty day, the new son, being born, water coating his new skin, water in his new eyes, rise
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC
Rising up
We had fun times boaring times happy and sad times Sitting in the rain I gave you my heart you Broke it in to peaces leaving me crying in the rain
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Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC
Heart