i’ve been stuck
in a rut
for too long
but i let myself
get there
and now i’m letting myself get
the fuck out out out
i wanna shout shoutSHOUT!!!!
damn all you manipulators
damn all you messengers of doubt
all your projection
i need protection
from you
your soul suck
and mind fuck
there’s noluv… in what you do
and i got no time left to waste on you.
If I ever had a connection with anyone
Right now is the time to feel me
I can’t speak the words
I can’t move
I can’t go to you
I need you to feel me
And do something
Or not
Maybe that’s the way it needs to be
But if that’s the case
Then nothing means anything
And everything means nothing
And I’ll go to sleep alone
Just like I’ll die alone
And it all was a waste of time
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I Was feeling sad
Rejected
Unwanted
Then someone called my name
Then another person bought me flowers
But it still didn’t feel the same.
I’m grateful for this who cared
In a moment when someone did not
But I guess I just caught
Feelings
In a moment
For someone I should have thought twice about
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to be ignored
By the person you truly love
Is the worst feeling in the world.
Scumbag loser
Scumbag,
You are.
Yoda apparently,
I am.
thirteen ways to kill your lover
a hundred and one ways to die
Thirteen ways
To kill your loverÂ
A hundred and one ways to dieÂ
It paysÂ
To beÂ
Cemented in your ways
Or does is pay to beÂ
Wild in the streets
Like a wild cardÂ
Jump up jump aroundÂ
New York girls
Are too hip
As they hop
To the topÂ
of the Empire state buildingÂ
Which I don’t care to ever climbÂ
A Hot house
As ColdÂ
As your unbearable heart
Finish what you start, you say
As everything slowly starts to shiftÂ
Deterioration, they said
Right before it was deadÂ
It was everything that ever was
That is not a thing any moreÂ
That couple over thereÂ
Kindly lent their owner
To the dogsÂ
Frequencies areÂ
Less frequently
Felt in the airÂ
The less we care
The more weÂ
Dread
The dead
That’s a coming
Round the bendÂ
So buckle up partnerÂ
It’s coming to the endÂ
The perfect partner
Of An imperfect pairÂ
Doesn’t dareÂ
Taunt
The electronic wizardÂ
OrÂ
The human lizard
But will hauntÂ
The Spirit hunter
And the Catholic priestÂ
Who will soon sit down Â
For the mighty feastÂ
And break some breadÂ
And both get fed Â
The last supperÂ
Is a coming soonÂ
Blasted allegories
Blast past noonÂ
You are Not there
In the making
the making that never wasÂ
Was never there within you
  Take me to the riverÂ
Drown me in the water
Let it cover me upÂ
And Let my body sink lowÂ
The more you say
The less you knowÂ
MisleadingÂ
Misreadings
Draw on you now
Like the raise of an armÂ
And the hand that signals the alarmÂ
To wake upÂ
Wake upÂ
WAKE THE FUCK UP
Before it’s too late Â
wait it already is …
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Static between my ears
Poker face
To make you chase
something else. Â that isn’t there
I do what I do
To throw you off
To throw you in
The opposite direction
To minimize detection
To eliminate inspection
walking through the store
couldn’t carry anymore
couldn’t care any less
as i do right now
in some other life
i took a knife
and carved 2 names on a tree
To preserve the time of we
Many moons ago when it was just you and me
And the cats
To see the names and remember the life
We lived long before this
And remember the love
We both miss
Over a life time ago
We knew someday we would meet again
Noise, noise, and exhaustion.
Dark, dusty flowers roughly fight a small, dead cigarette.
Where is the old street?
Shrink quietly like a dark window
Misty, fast streets calmly buy a dry, noisy light.
Talk calmly like a small jackhammer.
Why does the corner walk?
is anything really new?
Noise, noise, and exhaustion.
the night is addicted to you
Noise, noise, and exhaustion.
Noise, noise, and exhaustion.
Been removed
Got replaced
It’s a slap in my face
To have ever have had you at all
In my space
In my world
In my life
Your switchblade
back stab
Cuts me sharp with your knife
You are not great
You are not true
You are not as great or as smart as you think you are
You are just you
And you is not someone I want or need to keep around.
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I spend a lot of time pondering what it all means.
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