2005

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@midnight474
2005

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“i used to live there” is such a sad phrase. seeing places u used to live in is an odd thing. It’s like ‘i know where the best hiding place is in there. my bedroom was the one directly to the left as you walk in. i took my first steps on that flooring. i used to play in that yard with my grandma. she died two years ago. that was the only place i ever knew. those walls contain all of my childhood memories. i can no longer go there, but i know every corner like the back of my hand.’
"three sleeping babies" (2008), susan s.
I Want... To, Write! A poe'm;
I want to write a poem about a clean...
mouth/untouchedand meticulusand icy/like -
mystery water, undrank water
frozen to the glaciers navel until we melt it free/I
know alot about glaciersBut nothing about clean...
water. - - - - - - - - - - I know nothing about... being clean.
IWantToWriteAPoemAbout... theSoftnessOfBodies, the...
hardnessofbone,the...
hotnessofbreath,the...
wetnessofhands,the... kinda touch...
- - that sets your skin...
on fire/I want to write about my spine being touched(totouchTouchTOUCH)I
want to do this writingRight, from the beginning.I wish ...
I wouldn't make mistakes... (likehowsometimesIdo)I
would like to write...
about being FuckedSoHardISeeGod.Fucked...
so hard I see god.Iwant to see god I want to write about it I have never seen god in my entire life ever.
I want to write...
a poem.I want it to be
a good one.IWantToUseWords!and
lines - - - - - - - - - - - - - - and ...
IwanttowritelikeIbrushmyTeeth,write
words the way I brush my TEETH-Did you
know that I can't brush my bones but I can brush my teeth like I write words?
I would like to write a decent poem that people...
will like.I would like to
like it also, aswell, too. - - - - - - - - - - - I want it to be...
likeVomit(LikeHowCryingIs) And say...
things that are...
good (fortherightreasons) and I...
I would spell IfIcould//AndIam//ButIcant.
I don't...
really remember them...
teaching...
MeHowToSpell, But...
I want...
To.I want to write a poem,
towrite a po em.

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All my insides,
all so oil slick.
And it's picking up.
Again.
Ego trails,
following the sunken
footsteps, my depraved soul scrapes
amongst the dirt.
Do these starless nights bind
me to a destiny, unchosen,
unwanted?
If i had the energy,
i'd gnash my teeth against the idea of it,
like a wild dog.
I beseech these ill-tempered manners of mine.
Leave me where I lay against the puddles. Where gravel accumulates into senseless mounds.
I no longer want.
This pain, my open chords
played to this barren field
for their long tones to be concussed
into heart and mind.
Silence is what I long for,
to be placed and never picked up.
Again.
Old Cat Walking by Joe L'Estrange
100 out of 100 on my Crim assignment,,, maybe I still got it,,,, TEAM!!! do you hear me,,,, maybe I still got it,,,,
rocks n leaves next to a creek
I will be better i will have unshakable morals i will have drive and inclination i will be clever and interesting and witty i will have opinions and feelings i will laugh and make others laugh i will be a duck the way this emptiness will roll off my back i will make it not because I have will for a better future but because being this nothing all the time is not an option.

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youare all just jealous of my severed head
Sleeping on the dining chair as everyone else gets ready for bed.
Henry Daubrez - Burning Out
Manuscripts do not burn
Franz Kafka diary

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it’s funny how quickly you get desensitized to comic book nonsense like mister sinister is an insane name for a fictional character it’s so goofy but when i read his name i’m like this is not a laughing matter. we’re talking about cyclops’ traumatic secret laser beam eyeball orphanage surgery backstory. stop laughing.
Dried yellow paint stuck on a carpet in a house you no longer live in. Walls adorned with effigies of gods you carried all through high school now afixed like all those never-ending mayflies. Boxes and boxes and boxes. An ugly green dress that you are hanging onto for your friends 21st, you keep reminiscing on the 8th. The t-shirt of your dad's who you haven't spoken to since the 1st of February at 7:58pm. Strip the sheets of your bed and replace them just in case you decide you want to come back. Remember when the end of summer felt like the end of the world. It was 13 years ago it was last August it is three months from now. More boxes. The same movie again and again and again. Cards, unpeeled stickers, train tickets, general paper waste. Keep the curtains strung back so the neighbors lights can come glancing in. Remember when leaving was all you wanted to do?