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@kirkeepingitreal-blog
What is the point of anything anymore I'm in this stupid fucking rut where I'm way too tired of change but I that is all I want I don't want to work for the world I want because it has been exhausting me ever since I could remember I just want to drop dead and I have never been more serious
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He was a shitty person and I was a shitty person and we both thought that we could fix each other
This reminds me a lot of a certain guy
I went into a relationship thinking I could help him look at life through a different perspective, taste something sweeter, but it ended in a bitter bite in the ass
Now we try and fail to be friends that are the best for one another Whether it is love getting in the way or lust, I could never tell
He sings of experience I write a poetic life
He gives an exotic feeling One of ecstasy and life
All in the same breathe he can rip you down until the roots of the ground are your horizon Until the dirt under your nails begins to soil your innocent hands
He can make the dark look so beautiful that neither sides of the grass are green
He can love you and freeze his shoulder simultaneously so when you try to reassure your teenage emotions all you get is red in the face and a frost bitten soul
He has control that is fueled by a complimented ego, one that is just understood One that really isn't
I took his god damn hand and held it close He let me But he did not loosen his grip to his own reality
He never jumped for me as I fell He never took my word, not because he didn't believe, but because he loved him own opinion more
High school, not a time for relationships College, not a time for relationships Working world, not a time for relationships Death
Your opinion is just as valid as death Known Understood
Apologies and Analogies
If I were to apologize I would be sorry for the lack of time given each day I would be sorry for the way I love you Because it is not the way you want I would be sorry that the term "yours" Is not at eye level to those who look at me I would be sorry for the amount of time we spend together and how it strays from too much But the thing is i can't be sorry I could try I could feel nothing but empathy Coulda, shoulda, woulda I did.
I must be like everyone else... right?
Attempts are made each every day
attention payed to actions
judgement made on character
the individual recognized as small talk
their petaled life is picked at
do we love her? do we not?
the same as society’s labels, scenarios
picked and assigned so generality can swarm over the unique
and the hidden choices that occur
the inevitable is invisible to the naked eye
they are judged as if it was created by a copy machine artist
displayed in the gallery of Godly mistakes
the most debatable showcase since Eve’s legendary snack
gossip is the new religion, keeping praise and the faith in knowing your back is never safe
loved ones, lovers, ones loved
a sacred ritual demonstrated by humanity since Salem took a hold of a bewitched love
 and here we are
me and you
my truth is not heard and as your trust continues to falter
my faith begins to recede
As a whole, your partial denial in me is taking this taste to bitterness
forcing me to spit up nonsense
no sense of being her
I am the pain that beats through your temples Every morning when you wake up I am the boy with alcohol poisoning From all the parties Chris was throwing That summer they took us in Like every other American For getting drunk around back of the Lion's Club Waiting for the shitty bands to finish up And some kids played hacky sack while the others just got high It's not hard to fall for a waitress When you both smoke Smoke the same cigarettes You'll get seated as diners or lovers You'll get the check as friends for the better You'll carve your names into the Paupack Cliffs Just read them when you get old enough to know that happiness is just a moment So I'm marching up to your gates today To throw my lonely soul away 'Cause I don't need it You can take it back And they will make examples out of us Like when they caught you in the rite aid parking lot But I fed the liars Everything I got in my cabinet brain of canned thoughts Everything I've got It was everything I've got In my cabinet brain So I'm marching up to your gates today To throw my lonely soul away 'Cause I don't need it You can take it back Yeah I don't need it You can take it back
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Anxiety
Anxiety you owe me so many quarters in the douchebag jar
time is money and you've been mooching way too long
the fact you suffocate my mind
the fact you hold my progression hostage
the way you romanticize loneliness
the way you make freedom the jealous ex
i can't find x in this equation all the time
hell, solving all of this bullshit would be easy if i knew where to start
"get well soon" "be happy" "do this" "oh and that"
directions from the ignorant, leading to a fogged destination
unclear and scary, the future lies ahead with an omitted truth that i beg for each and every day
with prayers, i debate with the heavens that are debatable, should fate take my hand and guide me to the inevitable, should i pull myself up out of this drowning rut by the vines attached to broken branches
with a work ethic of the shadows, disappearing into the night, a motivation that was disintegrated by years of social ambush
I take the remaining ashes off the floor, throwing them in to a blender so maybe the ingredients to success will call for inspiration, leading to pourable passion that lips will take toÂ
affection will pay my attention, debuting debts exit, allowing the chains to fall to the floor, replacing the dust
summer ending allowed the cold to swarm my skin, wrapping it's master bedroom sized nerves around my throat threatening to choke if i speak up
tongue tied and teeth black due to sinful wording of lies
"Im fine"
my pearly whites are at the bottom of the ocean, where I believe I belong
for life on land is doable with a bong, a boag, and a boy who's eyes hold the sea
Open Mic Night @ Kira's ! With these great people. Left: the original crew along with some awesome fresh members. Right: The three main mic men These nights give me a sense of comfort, inspiration, and I get to be around the best kind of company. I love you all xo
​I am head over heels for the way nature blushes
When we speak of love, We indulge in that “Weak in the knees” feeling, But love should only ever Make us strong.
Great perspective
Yesterday, fall displayed its finest colors and now it is snowing/slushing outside. New Jersey you are just full of surprises aren't ya
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I met this guy in photo tech and I really love reading his work So I asked and he allowed me to share it!
Today in creative writing we did magnetic poetry (or at least that is what I want to call it) This poem came together from what I had, no effort really put in to it I like how it came out, though
Vibes matter
others and your own
I have experienced multiple scenariosÂ
spur of the moment to sleeping on it for a fortnight
but if I have learned anything about anything
your instinct will guide you
unsure about something? don't go through with it
bad feeling? trust it
good feeling? take it and run!
uncomfortable? get comfortable
you are not here on this earth to feel like you don't belong
nor are you here to feel bad about every decision you make
from choosing a flavor of ice cream you want
to going through with this whole life
drastic examples, but they are decisions
that gut feeling you get is importantÂ
instinct is significant to survival
whether it be in the depths of the amazon or highschool
Finally doing something for myself!Â
a simple facial and fresh coat of paint on my nails (it has been months)
peace, love and personal hygieneÂ
Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.
Relatable to the fucking max right here.
No I haven't ingested acid
Yes I have realized that the attention to details is ridiculous, because its not the kind you should be paying, it's the kind that results in an uncomfortable environment and the kind of vibes that make you nauseous ( aka attention from religion, money, politics, and the judgments from society/you)
Treat with respect, radiate the good shit, and keep your home (you/ your god damn body) in check
How you do those things, I could give a fuck less about how, but don't you fucking dare ruin some one's mood, day, life with your cunt-y attitude because you can't stay in your lane
My point is, why are so many things worth your sweat and tears when the truth is none of it matters in the end, so live life focusing on things that, if they were to matter, are good and bring the world a step up on the ladder of progression.Â
we are it, the world doesn't need us, we need it
so wake up and make it count as if it all did, live, learn, and love everyone
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The Wonder Years do a wonderful job of describing my feelings
"Local Man Ruins Everything"
The fountain was off. This is the first time I’ve been back to the city in months. I’m trying to hold it together but irony’s found cracks in the foundation. And you know, I try so hard to be some great white hope But I can’t shake the feeling that tonight I’m gonna end up shaking in bed alone. I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid. I had to take my own advice and I did. Now I’m waiting for it to sink in. Expect me standing tall, back against the wall, 'Cause what I learned was It’s not about forcing happiness; It’s about not letting the sadness win. I don’t have roses in the closet But I’ve got pictures in a drawer It’s everything left in me Not to stare at them anymore. I walked upstairs and shaved my beard. I felt like I was holding sadness here (I was holding sadness here) I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid. I had to take my own advice and I did. Now I’m waiting for it to sink in. Expect me standing tall, back against the wall, 'Cause what I learned was It’s not about forcing happiness; It’s about not letting the sadness win. I don’t have roses in the closet But I’ve got pictures in a drawer It’s everything left in me Not to stare at them anymore. I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid. I had to take my own advice and I did. I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid. I had to take my own advice and I did.
Currently
When: 5:27pm Sunday What: just finished a big plate of Chinese food Where: my bed (freshly made !! ) Who: just little ol'me Why: procrastination Listening to: cars drive by, Kira's Mixtape (Rhode Island - The Front Bottoms), my mom telling me to go for a run Feeling: contently sad
