There's a certain beauty to it really.
How I chose to linger in the past
but only on the points of contention
The Almosts, The Would Haves.

If I could have you again
and have her for the first time
Would this satisfy my Would Haves and
Could Haves?

Yes, I've seen the re-occurring theme.

I've heard that story twice.
My father, the penniless man walking down the street
with literally
maybe twenty cents to his name.

I've heard it twice,
never in spite
and always in joy.
Or reminiscence.
Or regret, I guess I'm not sure.

And I sit here
in a higher institution
with nothing but envy

for a man who
had nothing but
twenty cents
to
his

I'm starting to hate everyone lately. I'm not sure why, but they've been making it pretty easy.

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I want everything to be alright for you, I sincerely do.
For me, it's not so much that there is no hope.
I just don't mind the inevitable, being consumed.
I'd rather save your soul from the savory flame.

But for you?
Make it out while you can, dear.

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Yes I'm drunk, and yes I go home tomorrow.

Awesome.

3 more days until a much needed, readjusting, all too short break finally comes.

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The day
I fall asleep beside
someone more beautiful than I
before 3 AM

The day
someone stops buying my bullshit
stops accepting me and
starts challenging me

The day I can know myself as much
as I know others

Next to someone more than a warm body

That is the day I'll know love again.

Until then,
I guess lust will have to do.

Every weekend I wake to find my poetry is pouring into my every day life.
Posted in public places I otherwise would prefer it not be. Not sure why this is, just an interesting little anecdote.

A few new ones, if you haven't seen them already. As far as I'm concerned they're works in progress:

Who Knows
Who knows how these things work...

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This is to you, my dear ( Read more... )