life
15 Jan 2012 Leave a Comment
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I want to say I care about my life. Sometimes I don’t. I wish I could go to sleep and wake up and see Jesus. I could sing for him and he would listen. I just wanna get through life man. Stepping closer to the end. Its scary. I have a few people that count on me. But if I make it so they can be all right maybe they will be safe. I’m just trying to make through life man. My life has been disappointments staked like bricks. I don’t think it will change. It’s not gonna.
none
29 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
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The first time you saw me I was smiling.
My eyes were bright.
I was happy to see you.
I was swept away in your arms of hope and promise. We hit the ground running.
We were hand in hand.
Big things ahead my future so bright.
But during the sprint you dropped my hand. I missed the turn. I went left when I thought it was right.
The next time you saw me I was sad. Things were not the same. I was just a fiber of the one you knew. My eyes have no life.
selfish
24 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
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I’m a little pissed right now. Because you seem to think of yourself some how. It’s a pitiful thing. I wish you would sometimes see things like I do.
clueless
21 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
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I had to pop a xanax on that.
I fucked up today.
I shoulda helped her stay but I didn’t.
I shoulda passed the test but I didn’t.
Shoulda helped a young bird fly you know?
Not throw her by the waste side.
Like damn man, you really don’t understand.
I killed someone today.
Because their life and spirit is forever, altered and changed.
I wonder how much will have to pay for what I’ve done.
When I could’ve I didn’t. I walked in fear.
When I could’ve I didn’t even care.
Because in my mind. I set it up to believe. That things had to be. The way the ended up being.
In my mind I believed things that weren’t even true.
But she was clueless.
She couldn’t have known the enemy was me.
All the time I was her enemy.
I wonder
17 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
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I wonder if I will ever make it. My heart is broken. <b
Loose me
29 Jul 2011 Leave a Comment
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Loose me from the ties that bind me. I want love to flow freely. Don’t even bind love to me. When you pray for me don’t bind anything to me. I don’t want to a be a prisoner to one thing. Or captive to two, just free. Free to come, free to leave as I please. Without the bind holding me. Loose me from the expect ions. Loose me from the anticipation. Let me be free to be me. Without you holding me.
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Reaching For Happy
28 Jul 2011 Leave a Comment
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It feels like a cold you catch in your soul. It use to sneak up. But now it presents its self in the distance. It darts past. You see it in the corners. Waiting. You go on happy. You push through. Praying. You hope. Believing. That this time it will pass. You grab happy and bag it like its the last thing you got. The last thing you can take, before you embark on this new hellish journey. And the sad part is you know its waiting. You can’t reschedule, you have to make this appointment. Then its there ugly. Strong. Overpowering. Grabs you by the ankles. There is no getting up. Grabs your eyes you can’t see. So the cycle begans until you are released. In this place everything you know does not exist. Its a robbery, its manslaughter its rape and every ugly thing you can imagine. In this world you are nothing. You feel proud when you leave, and you assume you will not return. But All You can do is just grab for the happy in the distance…
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It is what it is
28 Jul 2011 Leave a Comment
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Why should the people suffer in silence? If it is what it is, that’s truth, so fuck you if you don’t understand. And again I say fuck you! If I’m in pain and you don’t care, then you don’t deserve the air I breathe. To watch me go down with the ship is bullshit. Especially when you are the Captain and you abandoned the Mutha Fucker, you ass hole!
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Funny
28 Jul 2011 Leave a Comment
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It’s not that I am so amazing. I guess I’m just a fool. Since it took me so long to see it, I guess the jokes on me, not you.
Moments
07 Jan 2011 Leave a Comment
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I have moments of happiness.
It’s like they come and go as I blink my eyes.
They come so fast I grab for them and there gone.
When it returns it’s like a grip that I can’t turn loose.
I’d like to retain this.
But I know it’s leaving again just like all the other moments.
So I brace for the storm.
It’s heavy, hard and dark.
So I brace for the storm.
It’s long and short.
So I brace for the storm.
It’s pretty and ugly.
So I brace…
and it hurts.
