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The truth is odd.
Sometimes, it hurts.
Sometimes, it's good for us.
And sometimes, you don't know how to react to it.
I told her the truth, and that's what she said.
Word
for
word.
Bathed in my warm light
Leaching out degrees, last thing I heard
Was you calling goodbye in flight
Leaving just your memory, dim and blurred
She said she was strong but was really weak.
She tried happiness but never seemed to find it.
Life never seemed easy for her.
Why does everything go so wrong?
I need to find love to save me from falling behind.
I saw you there,
My loyal guide,
A man of raven hair and blue eyes,
Quite tall in stature,
With cream skin,
You took my hand,
Then we began,
We walked along an empty field,
Deep in the darkness,
The goo falls on down,
Right from the ceiling,
Onto the ground,
Then there before me,
Lies my own head,
That sings to me songs,
That fill me with dread,
I come to seek a
Great Perhaps
In a world where I can be okay
i'll confess my sins
and won't dwell on the cut communication
i won't Divide the world into versions of me or You
I've been finding myself lost in thought quite often.
I feel differently than those who are around me.
In a way its almost relieving,
You ate the moon,
Stealing the light out of my sky
It's dark inside and outside,
And I'm stumbling across the ground
The wind shakes the drees
And the branches reached for me,
Today I saw a squirrel
and I named it Peanut.
I don't know why:
he just looked like a Peanut,
as in the name and not the food.
He was squat and round,
grey whiskers poking out across
A Women of All Odds
Please pay no attention to the women behind those books
Intelligence is over-rated; twerking is all the new rage
How do you make sense of an upside down chair
when the sky sees the surface that belongs to the eyes of the earth
put it right side up again and then finally it is useable
yellow chairs bowing to the trees
Colder than Night
Grimacing upon light
Trudging in sorrow
Contradicting death
Let them come over tomorrow
Via Picture Frame
Picture via frame
Timelines render figures of black
Silent, swift, messy
Turn a blind eye
You seem simple
Yet so complex
You stare back
Your face round and white
In an attempt to discover more about you, I peeled back the layers
But seeing that side of you only made me cry
"Is she always like this?"
I'm asked time and time again
The crowd always follows
Even when they know nothing
They're curious about her
As only the physical is obvious to them
Blank document,
is the best way
to describe my mind
as this very moment.
Disconnect this USB,
full of confusing thoughts,
to calm down this process
i have going on
Today, I will crumble my map
Follow nothing but the howls of the dogs
Bring my worries to a cap
And sing all of my favorite songs
