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"overrating" poems
"Did you hear that?" "Sssshhhhh......" "hear" 'It is nightingale' 'No, no it is lark' 'oh you are such a catastrophic' 'it has to be lark,' 'love is Shakespearean' 'life is denial' 'it's time....' 'yes, it's time, it's time to write death poem' (the other person stares) "to what I owe this breath ****** to what I know this death moody, lingered upon your wish to die, to die is intellectual lie into the circle out in snow, thus I entered thus I just go" (Beloved reader, by the way, that was nightingale, imitating lark, lark was never a bird, it had always been our conviction.) Here I enter enter to take the knife from your hand I cut my throat everyday Catastrophe is an existence my friend is a traitor he did not held my head in lap one last time reincarnation is suffering agony is overrated overrating is an agony thus I must not live thus I must not live thus I must not live
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May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 1:57 PM UTC
to live to embrace
Ocean eyes so deep and blue I drown in their hue beautiful and intoxicating I promise I’m not overrating Long lashes silken sashes but what enthrals most of all is the love that I see When they gaze at me
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May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 9:48 AM UTC
Ocean Eyes
You tell me in no ambiguity to hold on the solitude. Life was overrating the return of a prodigal saint. In wet distance would you plant the seeds of spiritual lockup? Was it not two timing? Riding on the waves and starting roots music? Shot in the back of head, you wanted to die quickly being sincere towards life. Self-abandonment, it were you, which was, for what it was not. I am counting the tongues of flames, licking the acid burned virtues.
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Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 12:06 AM UTC
Not You, Not Me
My hearse tracks y axis elation Tram tries to numb; it's work undone nerves crackle with ideas above my station While they're overrating; love and hating All my love is devastation I leave ideals in desolation
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 5:31 AM UTC
Honestly was just messing around drunk
Is it wrong that I think I'm not the worst? That I'm not so bad. I'm I overrating myself? I'm I really so hard to love? Because I've seen bad and I've seen mean and I can't believe that they are better than me.
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 3:22 AM UTC
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