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letting loose
I guess if falling for the idea of love was a reflex i'd be king of it. but the damnation I willingly chose has become the anvil where i placed my head; the hammer comes crashing down soon ( Read more... ) -
20's
I've been spending most of my time listening to Saves the Day's Third Engine. It encapsulates the sort of music I love: an ineffable feeling of hope and pining and both heartbreak and uncertainty. Which is, to say, music best suited for a teenager than someone pushing towards 29. But so what ( Read more... ) -
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I've had it up to here. -
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We are nothing but the dust on your feet.
What happened to all those dreams of youth? When I thought love was always going to be enough, that hopes and wishes could come true if you just worked hard at things? Romanticism and idealism where've you hidden yourselves?
When I was younger I used to believe myself a writer. I used to think I could ( Read more... ) -
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Still left overboard.
I fell in love with an unavailable girl. -
Waking Up
2011-2012 were odd years. The zenith and nadir appeared nearly one after the other, and I seemed to flounder and drift off. There were several false starts, sure. The entirety of april to october was basically a lost period where I really lost the script and just went with the flow. Which sucked. I thrive better in rigid and structured environments ( Read more... ) -
connecting the dots in the sky
"is this a noble act, the torture of this boy?"
no music haunts my dreams.
instead, a silent movie
and the quiet beating of
a freshly harvested heart
the minute motions dutifully
sending near congealed blood
down the table
down the wooden leg
down to my lips
down to my tongue and beyond.
"to be sold as a sheep by my father, let it at least be my choosing ( Read more... ) -
it's a golden age
blip -
flaw
in another empty heart i found
a world bound
to scripture and song
and mouths longing to belong
in another empty heart i found
drums tethered to pound
landscapes of triumph
beholden to no mischief