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| They're laughing in the other room, and I don't know why.
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| The year is 2004 and updates don't come as often as they should.
I'm still alive and still kicking. Poems, poems, poems.
Whatever. Dig in.
Square Pegs, Square Holes
She lacks your spontaneity
Your presence and visibility
But the simple life, the subtleties
The simple things are calling me
To live and die with a fan
Of the musical I am
Of this shape of a man
That I fell into
She lacks your nerve
And her silence is preserved
At times only for me
But her awareness for needs
And the passion to please
Is enough for me
And every time I breathe
It’s enough for me
When you’re up there, I’m down here
Bridges break before the gap
When I’m up there, you’re down here
Valleys shake and overlap
But me and her
Just me and her
Meet in the middle
She hasn’t your worldliness
But I’d rather a girl travel less
She says things she doesn’t mean
But nothing her scent could not redeem
I desire nothing more in this world
When her wit and hair are partially curled
She has me in her pocket because it’s affordable
So proud to be so nurtured yet so portable
When you’re blue, I’m red all over
Purple will never be enough
When I’m blue, you’re red all over
And we make the same old stuff
But me and her
Just me and her
Go color for color
There are no surprises here
Transparent motives and movements
There are not surprises here
Love based on self-improvement
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| Tahoe
My bed
always too small
grand enough for one
groans and waits
it’s breathing
egging for someone
I bought it
mine all mine
insecure, maybe me or the mattress
somehow it doesn’t belong to me
someone else is it’s spouse
Yesterday I thought this was mine
only to find out today it’s not for me
upon the coarse cutting carpet I sleep tonight | | |
| - Ebow the Letter -
School is done for 3 weeks..........but there's something missing.
Blantant Wednesday
I only walk with my head down or neck back
I only play the song that everyone else would turn off
I kick things I didn’t know were there
I only smile when I know someone’s looking
I cut through grass to save on time
I always favor the right side of the path
I never enter a room without looking unable
I don’t remember where that fucking notebook is
I always sleep when I’ve slept
I always leave when I just get there
I can’t stop looking at people
I see people I know and don’t say a damn thing
I walk fast when Paul has slow hands
I didn’t know there was a class in there
I don’t like it when she joined the conversation
I didn’t like the lack of room
I should appreciate his carefree nature
I couldn’t walk away
I wander aimlessly, usually straight
I seem insecure and allude to it
I come off awkward in conversation
I appear bisexual at conception
I always leave without saying something I wanted to
I like looking at the ground
I hate the heat when I am feeling this
I avoid places I used to know
I pass by home without looking inside
I think it’s time to let go of everything
I know you're not waiting on me
I hope you don't think that I'm letting go
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| To everyone, I'm sorry. I'm a confused boy. I have a final
at 10 AM tomorrow morning and my mind should be on my economics, but
it's not. It's on a struggle. And I can't do it.
Peace out. Time to keep to myself again.
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