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My mother should be an author She carves her soul into millions of pieces Leaving it behind all of the family photos When I see my mother I see a woman Who wants to hide her soul in a needle Just so the screaming can stop in her mind, These bottles are rattling in the living room You see they have put shackles on her heart, She can't love anymore Without having ***** in her water bottle. Where is she hiding her beer? I feel like my mother is giving me a scavenger hunt From the shards of glass that were left on the baseball fields My mother used to take me to. You know she always wasn't like this She was strong minded and had a big heart Tonight I will tell you the story of a woman Who lost her soul to the Keystones to the Miller Lites To the ****** Mary’s. Let's rewind time See how to **** the soul in ten years 10- I look into my mother's eyes and I start to cry Because I'm looking at a woman who I don't know anymore 9- I refused to bail her out of jail again Because I'm afraid her kidney will fail if she drinks again 8- My mother staggered into the theater and disrupted the whole play, My cast mates turned to me and asked, isn't that your mother? 7- I had to hold my mothers hand Because she was throwing up the cocktail of drugs and alcohol 6- Daddy had to get mom out of jail she was drinking again 5- My mother throws the bottle across the room And told me the reason why she drinks is because I'm Autistic 4- My mother overslept for my piano recital, I didn't think it was a big deal But I remember she spent the whole night crying With a wine glass in her hand. 3- Mommy I didn't know your prescription came in a needle 2- Mommy the prescription say 2 pills a day why are you taking 6? 1- My mother went to the doctor Found out that she has Rheumatoid Arthritis I don't know what that means, But I know she will still be strong right? 0- She took me to a Dodger game for my birthday. I remember Sammy Sosa hitting a home run that game She told me that the only person that can **** your soul is yourself
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
How To **** The Soul In 10 Years
My mother should be an author She carves her soul into millions of pieces Leaving it behind all of the family photos When I see my mother I see a woman Who wants to hide her soul in a needle Just so the screaming can stop in her mind, These bottles are rattling in the living room You see they have put shackles on her heart, She can't love anymore Without having ***** in her water bottle. Where is she hiding her beer? I feel like my mother is giving me a scavenger hunt From the shards of glass that were left on the baseball fields My mother used to take me to. You know she always wasn't like this She was strong minded and had a big heart Tonight I will tell you the story of a woman Who lost her soul to the Keystones to the Miller Lites To the ****** Mary’s. Let's rewind time See how to **** the soul in ten years 10- I look into my mother's eyes and I start to cry Because I'm looking at a woman who I don't know anymore 9- I refused to bail her out of jail again Because I'm afraid her kidney will fail if she drinks again 8- My mother staggered into the theater and disrupted the whole play, My cast mates turned to me and asked, isn't that your mother? 7- I had to hold my mothers hand Because she was throwing up the cocktail of drugs and alcohol 6- Daddy had to get mom out of jail she was drinking again 5- My mother throws the bottle across the room And told me the reason why she drinks is because I'm Autistic 4- My mother overslept for my piano recital, I didn't think it was a big deal But I remember she spent the whole night crying With a wine glass in her hand. 3- Mommy I didn't know your prescription came in a needle 2- Mommy the prescription say 2 pills a day why are you taking 6? 1- My mother went to the doctor Found out that she has Rheumatoid Arthritis I don't know what that means, But I know she will still be strong right? 0- She took me to a Dodger game for my birthday. I remember Sammy Sosa hitting a home run that game She told me that the only person that can **** your soul is yourself
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Let's get some sunlight Let's start a bar fight We'll take our problems and forget we have to solve them Let's take two tabs Let's start a **** lab We'll cover up insecurity with promiscuity Let's sleep 'til Sunday It's only Monday I have to work at 2 but I think I have the bird flu Let's call the drug store Ask for a couple more Insignificant reality crashes into banality   Let's make a hash pipe Out of Brite Lites We'll quote Pulp Fiction with Ezekiel's conviction Let's start a fight club Where we can make love Punch me in the ear and then I'll disappear Let's start a new life But after midnight There's a whole universe waiting to be uncovered first Let's make a difference Let's make new friends Let's go where the wind blows but first I have to put on clothes
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC
Let's
*break astonishment at perception of a third-world child making it up that totem-pole amidst paltry conditions even beyond the half-way mark* 1. a standing man in silent message and the woman in red with thin-sling shoulder-bag holding lipstick, weekly-ticket and purse oh, how she frightens honchos out their skull draped round her sister's head shroud eternal coughing sore 2. grannies recount lively griot-tales where hope is never barren young boys play in swamped dirt-trails drawing absent father-figures in the sand the wind has carried them off to mines deep in the crust of earth's ire adolescent future sits on labour-farms where keen spirit is dulled with worthless hops keeps the sly farmer happy and he tells them the fruit is free yet they've already paid for it manifold when she reaches twenty she will have at least two kids whose lives lie in the granny's luxury while she runs off to the golden city-lites to jump through higher hoops for ****** spoils all cheapened by long-term neglect 3. there lies hope unlost in every girl-child who goes to school who finds encouragement from words kindly given if but from a stranger *no hand-me-outs no forlorn begging* she... the empowered mother of boys will help them to grow into young men of such sensibility as to keep their hands to deeds of honour who, in turn become fine fathers to daughters they love and cherish raise to be luminary *each step up from that totem-pole such a steep climb strengthens invisible wings and unworldly rewards and when final rung is reached heralds untainted take-offffffff*...... S T,  27 aug
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Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 11:01 AM UTC
totem-pole
*break astonishment at perception of a third-world child making it up that totem-pole amidst paltry conditions even beyond the half-way mark* 1. a standing man in silent message and the woman in red with thin-sling shoulder-bag holding lipstick, weekly-ticket and purse oh, how she frightens honchos out their skull draped round her sister's head shroud eternal coughing sore 2. grannies recount lively griot-tales where hope is never barren young boys play in swamped dirt-trails drawing absent father-figures in the sand the wind has carried them off to mines deep in the crust of earth's ire adolescent future sits on labour-farms where keen spirit is dulled with worthless hops keeps the sly farmer happy and he tells them the fruit is free yet they've already paid for it manifold when she reaches twenty she will have at least two kids whose lives lie in the granny's luxury while she runs off to the golden city-lites to jump through higher hoops for ****** spoils all cheapened by long-term neglect 3. there lies hope unlost in every girl-child who goes to school who finds encouragement from words kindly given if but from a stranger *no hand-me-outs no forlorn begging* she... the empowered mother of boys will help them to grow into young men of such sensibility as to keep their hands to deeds of honour who, in turn become fine fathers to daughters they love and cherish raise to be luminary *each step up from that totem-pole such a steep climb strengthens invisible wings and unworldly rewards and when final rung is reached heralds untainted take-offffffff*...... S T,  27 aug
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The beautiful scars that you have gain from the storms you have endure Lites up your Most beautiful soul, revealing your strength through it. Touching the Hearts of those that gain a glimpse of it and knew.. Just how much that you had to endure, with Christ Jesus help. To see the Creator, in your chemistry connected to Him here. The same Savior whom went to the cross for us on Calvary. And then on the 3rd day Risen to rescue us from our Sins. Those same scars, that hides within you were put there. Because of the Spirit that dwells within you Protected you. For in reality you should be dead, and in the bowels of the earth. But you have been rescued, from death several times here. Because he is not done with you, Praise our Savior God.
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May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC
Your Beautiful Scars
How I could have know if I reached out now. right, now im hulu watching bleach right now. Lites Cig while I write this down, for the ink. I see things from your perspective. The water, showing our reflection. Ironically? It falls behind me. Word to the six, whats that Toronto weather like? Im a slide you my text now number, so you can advice. Love your smile, that's a wow. Lets add in the pow. Its Mr. 550 you I gee ma. The only woman that bring the desert to the sea ma. uh, idk you birthday from now you libra. So rachet that's a aquarius . If life fair is, well see. Im tryin to see paris, you.
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
Needed me
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people There's some people up there hoggin' everything Tellin' lies, givin' alibis about the peoples, money an' things An' if they gonna throw it away, might as well give some to me Yeah, they seen an' heard it but never had misery There are some people who are starvin' to death Never knew but only heard 'em an' they never had happiness If you don't have enough to eat, how can you think of love? You don't have time to care, so it's crime you're guilty of For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? Cut this jive an' see who's got the power to **** the most When they run out of power, the world's gonna be a ghost They know we're not satisfied, so we begin to holler They give us a promise an' throw in a few more dollars There's no price for happiness, there's no price for love Up goes the price of livin' an' you're right back where you was So whatever you got, just be glad you got it Now we're gonna get on up an' get some more of it For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, got to have it, more power For God's sake, got to have it, power, power, power For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you better give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you try it? Yeah, power, power For God's sake, can't deny it, no, no, no, power, power For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give power, power? For God's sake, you got to give Songwriters RECORD, EUGENE -The Chi-Lites on Soul train!!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSIr5a4L8os Joss Stone - São Paulo, Credicard Hall, 11/11/2012 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0iyd3Dgi1xY
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
For God's sake, Give More Power To The People -The Chi-Lites/Joss Stone,-Generation Food Project
For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people There's some people up there hoggin' everything Tellin' lies, givin' alibis about the peoples, money an' things An' if they gonna throw it away, might as well give some to me Yeah, they seen an' heard it but never had misery There are some people who are starvin' to death Never knew but only heard 'em an' they never had happiness If you don't have enough to eat, how can you think of love? You don't have time to care, so it's crime you're guilty of For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? Cut this jive an' see who's got the power to **** the most When they run out of power, the world's gonna be a ghost They know we're not satisfied, so we begin to holler They give us a promise an' throw in a few more dollars There's no price for happiness, there's no price for love Up goes the price of livin' an' you're right back where you was So whatever you got, just be glad you got it Now we're gonna get on up an' get some more of it For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, got to have it, more power For God's sake, got to have it, power, power, power For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you better give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you try it? Yeah, power, power For God's sake, can't deny it, no, no, no, power, power For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give more power to the people? For God's sake, you got to give more power to the people For God's sake, why don't you give power, power? For God's sake, you got to give Songwriters RECORD, EUGENE -The Chi-Lites on Soul train!!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSIr5a4L8os Joss Stone - São Paulo, Credicard Hall, 11/11/2012 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0iyd3Dgi1xY
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Rode the dog. From podunk to new.york My introdutory mugging was all that I dreamed of and more. 32 stitches and a mild concussion Bright lites big city goin to my head. Got a job running #s and a rap sheet too What's a guy going to handle when his rent is due Bright lights big city going to my head I don't care cause you don't. Care
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Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
Bright lights big city
I can put on a neon orange jumpsuite And stake my self like a spike Infront of all the busy cars In this crowded parking lot And still be invisible I can throw every ecyclapedia Out of this libary like a varsity Pitcher who never lost A game And still be invisible. I can walk into the lecture hall On my head like a martion and Speak astronomy without a Glow of english And still be invisible. Twenty two years Have made me Disapear I cant spend another year Alone with my invisibility. I cant hide from love anylonger. Its time to repear and find My self again before the dreaded Forty four only has one candle On a single cupcake. All alone when It knows he turned the lites off. Hes the only One who could of flickered the dusty Plastic switch. There was not any mystery Only a wind of failure he caused on himself When he blew the candle out twenty two years from now. Because he was invisible.
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
still invisible
To pelt the world in ice and graves. To feel how quiet this part of town feels When the lites turn on we will not sleep. We will not dream of anything tonite We will run like the chinook salmon runs To flood the world in rivers alive With pain the pain of peace. The pain after loss. What will come here when the hedges pop Out like boxing gloves. Out of me is songs apollo sang. Out of him and I we dance with Wounded leggs. And prove How sweet salt tastes on gashes of death. How sweet to taste imortality when The cars speed. What now is a world full of saints. To fill markets with fresh fish. And throw the bottles of whiskey Where they belong. Where they are warm Proves how hot my sweater gets when my Forhead clams up. My scarf unwraps and we run With out our cloths down pearl street. Let there be muse forever on feet and side walk. We mustnt forget why we break free from The shakles of eternity. The horrible shakles of wild life. Are finally pure gold. The softest medal to bend. And we leave the tempting Medal behind and choose to Drink the rain drops.
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
Why we run down pearl street
Pour yourself over me let your molten lava flow Melt me down to my core Drown me in your heat Make me want more Once our passions unite embers burn through the night Make it worth more than pleasures afford Scorching soul, connected like a cord The fire lites, making flesh ignite burns so good it puts the wrong in right
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
Lava
Ivory towers like third appendages flipping of the sky. Profane. Rivers run cris-cross beetles in the bog.Traffic logjam. Instant grats. Gratis time bomb ticking. Age is an obstruction. mindless pursuits of Material security blankets. Thumb suckers rule. Knuckleheads telling tales out of school. Glass house myopia. A cornucopia a chorus of jabbernows. Verbal diarrhea on wax. passes for reason. Sin-taxes pay the way Syntax gone astray. What the @**# did she just say ? Novocaine mainlined. Numb all over talking heads on the hill. Need a few meg-volts to jolt flat-lined hearts to do the people's will. War is raging, storms are raging. Quiet storms. Oil. Fuels from long dead fossils. Habit handcuffs. Cant get enough. Lites out soon. Powers that be. Juggernauts...Battlebots... Taking giant steps backwards. Chaos is local until in your locality.Doomsayer. The Giant slayer kneels to place his head in the guillotine. Appease the ruthless. Know it when you feel it. Babylon is falling.
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 10:20 AM UTC
Babylon
It’s Friday night and a group of us, the ‘university summer fellows’ (Quinn, Jammie, Monique, Lisa and I) are going groovin’. Quinn, a Harvard man (we’ve shed our jaundiced opinions of him), assured us he knows the Boston bar scene. We’re going to test that. We told him we wanted to sway to whimsical beats and chase vivid, neon lights across dance floors, like a bunch of cats - till the hours get wee. His plan is for us to pop-in the “touristy” places, like ‘the Havana Club’, ‘the Manray club’, ‘Garage Boston’ and ‘The Grand’, we’re so 111. As usual, Charles is our party mom, escort and driver. When Peter and I were in Saint-Tropez, earlier this summer, there were beach clothes - dresses, skirts and men's shirts - where they’d woven micro-LEDs into the flowered, dry-wick, fabrics. I think the effect is amazing, friday, and joyous. I got two skirts for everyone (all of my roommates). Tonight Lisa and I are wearing a couple of them. Funny. I’ve mentioned it before, but Lisa‘s an audrey. Her school friends and roommates are all used to it, we’ve been exposed, we have built up immunity. But Quinn’s a newbie, when Lisa came into the living room, LED glittered and lookin-right, he was literally stunned. He froze, for a microsecond, his face went blank and his fingers wiggled, as if disconnected from his overloaded central nervous system. *** Jammie said, having just turned around, “holla at ya brooke!,” he declared, shaking his head in admiration. “Umm mmm,” he added. “I’m sure.” Lisa said, starting to transfer things from her everyday bag to her glittery clutch, the girl cannot accept a compliment. Quinn, coming out of it, cleared his throat. We’re ready. Let Friday night begin!
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Jun 30, 2023
Jun 30, 2023 at 12:12 PM UTC
friday night lites
It’s Friday night and a group of us, the ‘university summer fellows’ (Quinn, Jammie, Monique, Lisa and I) are going groovin’. Quinn, a Harvard man (we’ve shed our jaundiced opinions of him), assured us he knows the Boston bar scene. We’re going to test that. We told him we wanted to sway to whimsical beats and chase vivid, neon lights across dance floors, like a bunch of cats - till the hours get wee. His plan is for us to pop-in the “touristy” places, like ‘the Havana Club’, ‘the Manray club’, ‘Garage Boston’ and ‘The Grand’, we’re so 111. As usual, Charles is our party mom, escort and driver. When Peter and I were in Saint-Tropez, earlier this summer, there were beach clothes - dresses, skirts and men's shirts - where they’d woven micro-LEDs into the flowered, dry-wick, fabrics. I think the effect is amazing, friday, and joyous. I got two skirts for everyone (all of my roommates). Tonight Lisa and I are wearing a couple of them. Funny. I’ve mentioned it before, but Lisa‘s an audrey. Her school friends and roommates are all used to it, we’ve been exposed, we have built up immunity. But Quinn’s a newbie, when Lisa came into the living room, LED glittered and lookin-right, he was literally stunned. He froze, for a microsecond, his face went blank and his fingers wiggled, as if disconnected from his overloaded central nervous system. *** Jammie said, having just turned around, “holla at ya brooke!,” he declared, shaking his head in admiration. “Umm mmm,” he added. “I’m sure.” Lisa said, starting to transfer things from her everyday bag to her glittery clutch, the girl cannot accept a compliment. Quinn, coming out of it, cleared his throat. We’re ready. Let Friday night begin!
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It ***** with me People not ******* with me I ask strangers for friendship They tell me to get ****** My friends and I Hop in the car We will share a night We will have different ideas about We go to the gas station They accidentally buy the wrong cigarettes They got lites I wanted 100s The fumes made a spark a bad idea anyway We go to get fast food I accidentally buy the wrong food I got a quarter pounder They wanted a double quarter pounder Their fumes would've filled up my car anyway Sitting in the parking lot I'm not satisfied with this spot But I stay here Because of all the other cars already parked Dictating where I must go And then remain In idle Fuming They're finished eating As I'm finished breathing We go to the movies Where the art transports me into a world of relation But the lights bring me back To a room where all the seats had been taken So I had to sit in the front And the vulnerable emotions that felt so important I seek to hide from the rest of the patrons Who'll laugh at me for feeling something As the fumes of film escape my nose We go to my house To smoke some *** It's another parking lot But I prefer comfort to anxiety When the fumes obstruct my vision of the people around me Who are trashing my home The demolition team becomes company They'll always be here No matter what The wrecking ball changes Machinery always being improved Enthusiasm always being renewed New personnel I can always recruit Yet nothing ever changes Once I recovered myself Once I discovered myself I drove back to my friend's house Thinking we'd catch up on lost time Or maybe he'd beat the **** out of me I remember wondering how it had come to that I remember wondering if I deserved it I remember wondering if anyone could save me From a life of no mortal danger Only the danger of mortality And the idea of being here on Earth throughout Where people don't **** with me Because the people I **** Look too ******* similar to me Yet when I ask strangers for friendship They tell me to get ******
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 6:51 AM UTC
Fumes
It ***** with me People not ******* with me I ask strangers for friendship They tell me to get ****** My friends and I Hop in the car We will share a night We will have different ideas about We go to the gas station They accidentally buy the wrong cigarettes They got lites I wanted 100s The fumes made a spark a bad idea anyway We go to get fast food I accidentally buy the wrong food I got a quarter pounder They wanted a double quarter pounder Their fumes would've filled up my car anyway Sitting in the parking lot I'm not satisfied with this spot But I stay here Because of all the other cars already parked Dictating where I must go And then remain In idle Fuming They're finished eating As I'm finished breathing We go to the movies Where the art transports me into a world of relation But the lights bring me back To a room where all the seats had been taken So I had to sit in the front And the vulnerable emotions that felt so important I seek to hide from the rest of the patrons Who'll laugh at me for feeling something As the fumes of film escape my nose We go to my house To smoke some *** It's another parking lot But I prefer comfort to anxiety When the fumes obstruct my vision of the people around me Who are trashing my home The demolition team becomes company They'll always be here No matter what The wrecking ball changes Machinery always being improved Enthusiasm always being renewed New personnel I can always recruit Yet nothing ever changes Once I recovered myself Once I discovered myself I drove back to my friend's house Thinking we'd catch up on lost time Or maybe he'd beat the **** out of me I remember wondering how it had come to that I remember wondering if I deserved it I remember wondering if anyone could save me From a life of no mortal danger Only the danger of mortality And the idea of being here on Earth throughout Where people don't **** with me Because the people I **** Look too ******* similar to me Yet when I ask strangers for friendship They tell me to get ******
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Look into my phone contacts, Now press recent; You'll see no calls to me, You'll only see a few out going calls, made from me, yet never returned, My words fall upon death ears, From the eyes of the humans to whom, I've lost their acceptance, either-or like a weaklen, I fell for their trick, I get lonely too at times, I think it would feel nice to hear   someone to call me just for a chat, No money to be a social butterfly, So there's no social lites there to try, Probably not a church either, because all the members already   have their own lives, sure you can   can call them up only to get voice mail, I have no one excited to see me, I have no one to catch me when                                                            I                                                   F                                             A                                       L                                   L,   I must have many falls, shown in my short comings, And it's really not a loss, when you're like me,   nothing great. I do suffer ruin, defeat, and failure, I'm coming apart at the seams, But you'll never hear my inward   screams, Just like the rise and the fall of the   tides, I've dropped and sanked down to   my knees, Then I'll get up again, only to   continue this sorrowful pattern, But I'll promise you this much: Upon my face you'll never assume the look of shame,                 disappointment,                                 ...or dejection, I won't give you that satisfaction, I'll hide it with all that's in me. (besides, I doubt that you'd care   enough to look upon me so closely) I came into the world lonely And I shall leave the world lonely. ~SacredInkedBlood
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Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 11:29 PM UTC
The Lonely Fall
Look into my phone contacts, Now press recent; You'll see no calls to me, You'll only see a few out going calls, made from me, yet never returned, My words fall upon death ears, From the eyes of the humans to whom, I've lost their acceptance, either-or like a weaklen, I fell for their trick, I get lonely too at times, I think it would feel nice to hear   someone to call me just for a chat, No money to be a social butterfly, So there's no social lites there to try, Probably not a church either, because all the members already   have their own lives, sure you can   can call them up only to get voice mail, I have no one excited to see me, I have no one to catch me when                                                            I                                                   F                                             A                                       L                                   L,   I must have many falls, shown in my short comings, And it's really not a loss, when you're like me,   nothing great. I do suffer ruin, defeat, and failure, I'm coming apart at the seams, But you'll never hear my inward   screams, Just like the rise and the fall of the   tides, I've dropped and sanked down to   my knees, Then I'll get up again, only to   continue this sorrowful pattern, But I'll promise you this much: Upon my face you'll never assume the look of shame,                 disappointment,                                 ...or dejection, I won't give you that satisfaction, I'll hide it with all that's in me. (besides, I doubt that you'd care   enough to look upon me so closely) I came into the world lonely And I shall leave the world lonely. ~SacredInkedBlood
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Blue bottle on sill, White window frame, six lites, Doe, faun graze green lawn.
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Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 12:42 PM UTC
doe, faun - haiku
jesus. ******* christ. with h as his middle name. i want a smoke. i want to fill my lungs. with something toxic. something chronic. i'll take lites. i'll be healthy for once. with these ******* lites. and now i'll put anything in me. any smoke. fun. cool factor. popular. isn't that what it's about. no. i quit. but i want it. i need it. sentence fragments are all i have. someone give me a cig cigarette *** biri cubeb gasper puff smoke. holy **** heaven.
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Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
cigs
You don't know what you do to me. Your crooked smile rips me apart as the sound of my name on your lips lites a fire in every vain under my pale skin. Your gentle eyes hold my heart firmly as I watch the dark blood pool and start to drown me slowly. What really throws me-- no-- makes me dive off the cliff: your eyebrows. Quirk them and tell me you care. Raise them and tell me you're listening. Twitch them and tell me you're interested. Furl them and tell me you fell for me. You don't know what you do to me-- this pain feels so good so long as I'm the one your eyes want.
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
What You Do to Me
she sits there in the corner. Gazing upon the bottom of her glass. The smell a menthol fills the air. cognac that's her drink, no ice. he's almost too scared to approach her. not quite to sure what to say. not knowing if the time is right. he lites his Jade. the smell almond the lite flickers. her eyes hazel. the barkeep says to him. what do you want? He replies, clearly something I can't afford. she overhears over the noise. her smile lights up the room, as she laughs. what can he afford, in between her sweet giggles. feels like a rock at the pit of the stomach. paralyzed, startled at a loss of words. he starts to feel like one of them Disney characters. ***** or somebody can't quite call it. he can't quite look her in the eyes. he orders the same thing. cognac no chaser. in the background there is a song playing. sorta nostalgic yeah unfamiliar to average ears. The base jumps, the strings hit the g cord. her hair, cascades over her face. she approaches the band. he walks up to her, ever so gently upon her shoulder. They lock eyes, he opens his mouth as if saw love. before the first word come out of his mouth. the lights come on, the clock strikes. Tick.
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
last call
I may not be happy. But I can always chase down some Tums with a bottle of wine. And I know I've changed a lot over the past year so you can stop pointing that out every God **** minute. I know you know I'm in love with you and I know you know how much I hate myself. Four years ago I promised myself I would never smoke cigarettes, I remember it clearly. Now look at me, smoking a pack a day when I can, re-lites when I can't. On the other hand, I used to be happy. On yet another hand, I used to be ignorant. Ignorance is bliss.
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Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 11:58 PM UTC
Titled Number Three.
Park Peggy. Pull the emergency brake.I throw away the key. We had a nice ride.                   Pop my collar against the cold.hands drop deep in my pockets...the city lookspretty from up on.this hill. Peggy.                  Slow stroll to the rat race.gotta make a killing. Sixty cents on the dollar.the laundry man is brutal.......Peggy. Love you baby but I gotta take another route. There is this girl cross tracks. Like nobodies business. Spun my head like a mill on the hill. Peggy. Any way. That's my story train lites coming up.fast. Moment. Of. Decision. Kickin rocks.goin the other way baby. Thump.thump.on the other side of the tracks now. Peggy.
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
getting pushed
Morning dew lites cool on my shoulder. Look, it settles like a frosty shawl. Cool air drifting in to mingle with yesterdays warmth. The crimson creeps skyward to reclaim the day. Cool morn stillness will soon be washed away. Blessed nights and dreams dissolve as rising warmth brings forth new love.
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
Rising
The christmas tree is why I kissed his face. I saw the lites shoot out like comets far. A brand new time against these days of war. Was he the gift I waited to return. Or maybe just another burnt out star. I wish for angels landing on our tree. To tell me if he was the perfect man. But when he opened the wrapping I Hid. His chances were aloft with ornaments. The highest round was ruby fused with green. The hair thin hook was hanging like a dream. I new for now ill be ok a while. As long as christmas wins over our smiles.
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Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 7:50 AM UTC
Christmas Tree