The Wolves (Act I And II) by Bon Iver

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Someday my pain, someday my pain
Will mark you
Harness your blame, harness your blame
And walk through

With the wild wolves around you
In the morning, I'll call you
Send it farther on

Solace my game, solace my game
It stars you
Swing wide your crane, swing wide your crane
And run me through

And the story's all over you
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I don't really know why I'm here.
Partly because it's 9am and everything is covered in a layer of ice but none of my classes have been cancelled and I'm looking for ways to kill time before the busses start running again.
Mostly because of homgsh

I got 3 hours of sleep last night and now I have class until 5pm. 
It's not that I'm not excited about Spring ( Read more... )

 
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I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
& right now, it's a steel knife in my wind pipe.
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight.
As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight.
High off of love, drunk from my hate.
It's like I'm huffing paint, and I love it.
The more I suffer, I suffocate.
Then ( Read more... )

It's a Monday

I am shaking. I am standing in the center of the room praying
to find some balance. I don't know if this is chemical, hormonal, mental,
or if this is what it feels like to have death grip my neck
and breathe, until I can feel the tiny droplets of exhaled consensation
pooling on the nape of my neck, drop to the floor under the weight of ( Read more... )

No matter what,
the page will always listen.
It will always be there for you,
like all of the friends that you never could keep
because you were always too busy
listening to shitty rap music,
locked away from the world in that tiny room you shared with your older sister;
scared to come out to grab dinner
because mom and dad were at each other's throats.
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This is what it's like to have an experience:

Pour water into a glass... and drink it.
Stick your tongue out at a pretty girl.
Inhale.
Inhale deeper.
Inhale until you feel the skin on your chest stetch itself thin.
Understand that this feeling, this is desire.

Exhale.

Sometimes it's okay to look into the sun.
It shows you that there are things in existance ( Read more... )

You know that part in No Country For Old Men, the book, when Llewelyn Moss, after coming back for the briefcase full of money, picks up a young hitchiking girl? There's that whole conversation they have in the roadside diner about how you can never start your life over. Every single day you wake up and walk the earth is a day that counts for ( Read more... )

I'm out to Roanoke, Virginia; Savannah, Georgia; Charleston, South Carolina; and Fort Meyers, Florida :]
2 week road trip with my two best friends.
I'll see you beautiful people when I get back all golden brown and vacationed out.
In the mean time, enjoy some Nas, while I ditch my NY state of mind ;P

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To the small universe outside of my bedroom window, and to the large universe alive in the paned frames of every writer out there, thank you for everything you have given unto us.

Thank you for the smallest proton trapped in the nucleus of the tiniest element, because what's a writer without an innate sense of awe?
Thank you for the crooked smile ( Read more... )