The difference between actions and habits, is often measured by the person you're asking.  
One bump, one line, one half ounce... All shared by people you don't even give a fuck about.

These chemicals make me sick --
Limitless...Why quit?
When it's only ten bucks for a hit like this?
Even Jesus Christ would have gotten addicted, if drugs in his day were half this good.

"Yeah, I'm smashed -- but I promise I can drive fine."
Walk and push the limits of a real fine line...
If I don't kill myself, or someone else... I'm happy.
Stare death in his eyes, wink, and start laughing.

Gasping as I swerve lanes --
Stay safe, get paid. Mundane daily.
Living a-live.. Eat. Sleep. Dream. Get laid.  
Chase feelings.

           Please, just feel me now.
                                    You know me, right?

           Please, just feel me now.
                                    You love me, right?

I want to melt with you -- let our souls collide...
Dissolve the boundaries between students and teachers.
To bridge the gap in the great divide
No secrets between us -- bleed into the speakers.

Feel the air in your chest, and ask God for a reason...
To stay or leave Him.
He makes excuses...

                                                     ­                        ... Believe Him.
Ashari Ty Jul 20

It was a great relief to realize
That your anxieties are just cute lies
But only if I had strength to tell you
That the things you said are the things I do

Every time I remember you.
CrimsonEye Jul 29
She was the sky
She reflected my light down to earth
My muse
That inspired my words
my ideas for weeks
She came suddenly one night
Out of the blue
Her quiet voice
soothing my saddness
She comforted me
in those moments so lonely
As the days went by
we played together
we talked
I held her hand
I swear i did
I kissed her lips
I promise...i did
but
as time carried on
She became stiff
rigid
and i followed suit
Her face started to fade
slowly
I pretended not to notice
even as her hands no longer
touched mine
She sat farther away
When she turned from me
that last time
I knew
She was the sky and
she wasnt ever even real
Has the image of someone in your mind ever been more real than they ever were?
Mike Groves Aug 4
In order to expose my heart and truly write,
I must release my status or my pride,
this is not about me,
it was never meant to be a way to gain recognition,
another way for me to perform on a stage, some sort of exhibition.
Yet I find myself hesitating to write my thoughts,
trying to impress people I don't even know,
It was only meant to be an outlet a therapy for me, never some sort of show,
but like everything I have ever done somehow Id rather waste my time trying to impress. My guilty conscience driving me to truly be under duress. Forced to hold back the leanings of my heart I merely release a fluffy worthless shallow piece. I will not be held down by my need to please, my ribs will not rupture under this pressure as I try to breathe. I must write with heart and soul or not at all.
So this is my open message to you pride, no matter how many times I fool myself into putting on your mask, I promise, your control over me will not last.
I will take you off just as quickly as I put you on because I want someone who reads these to truly see me. To see me with all of my scars misfortunes and faith, I will put my heart out on the line,  I will never aspire to be fake.
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