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this isnt happening ?
1 min read
vacancy, vacancy, vacancy,
that's what the signs say
there's an emptiness in my brain
and no room for anything to Bloom .
red , red , red
i think in pictures,
bright lights, happy faces, a smile ill never forget,
a face that haunts and a body that taunts .
black, black, black,
its like a sphere..
like the sickness within me,
the sliver and slime, an unpredictable crime.
think, think, think,
its a contradiction,
the motor runs a million miles,
my thoughts don't stop, and the voices wont play co-op.
silence, silence, silence
one day it will cease,
i cant live like this much longer
it wont stop speaking until i start dreaming..
that's what the signs say
there's an emptiness in my brain
and no room for anything to Bloom .
red , red , red
i think in pictures,
bright lights, happy faces, a smile ill never forget,
a face that haunts and a body that taunts .
black, black, black,
its like a sphere..
like the sickness within me,
the sliver and slime, an unpredictable crime.
think, think, think,
its a contradiction,
the motor runs a million miles,
my thoughts don't stop, and the voices wont play co-op.
silence, silence, silence
one day it will cease,
i cant live like this much longer
it wont stop speaking until i start dreaming..
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stop trying.
1 min read
I am staring at you, blankly , blatantly , and you talk to me.
Your voice lingers in an area of constant sarcasm that angers me to the bone..
you ask me to answer, and i watch your eyes , watching me.
You are so certain that i am bright and intelligent.
So certain i will always have the right answer up and running for you;
You ask again and i feel myself flush under the pressure youve put on me.
Just stop.
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whats happening?
1 min read
Theres a burning in my stomach
and a panic in my brain
A hidden bag in my car,
thought i put it down the drain.
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love within change.
1 min read
I glance across the theater lobby, through my two friends who speak about somethings that are really nothing.
Their laughter fills the air , the faint Christmas music from the left and right halls.
Through the few people who stare up at the flashing lights and think about what they could possibly want,
or stand there for no reasoning at all.
to my coworker looking at me through the soda towers and ...whats that other thing ?
eating popcorn and tilting their face down at the notice of me looking back,
I laugh to myself and shake my head, i love these people ive come to know in the six months ive been part of them.
he tosses a handful of popcorn at his himself , straight faced, with a few landing in his mouth and the rest hitting his shoulders and falling to the ground.
I truly have found it in myself to love .
I laugh once more at his attempt to be creepy and turn my attention back to my two good friends .
life is changing, like the seasons,
and its for the better.
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My passenger and me .
2 min read
The car is silent, other than the very turned down music.
I watch the car's blinker behind me, turning right ,
at the gas station? am i and the car behind me blocking them?
"I am sorry." My passenger says, breaking my concentration.
"for?"
"my brother. Im sorry. im sorry hes so stupid. sometimes i wish he were smarter. hes going to be like Thomas, my brother, and hurt everyone they talk to. I jsut want to slap him."
I nod, his words lingering in the air for a moment and eventually falling.
I had his face stuck in my head, the last time we REALLY spoke, and it was not pleasant.
His smile i use to see and now,him, detached from his friends, watching, NO , staring.
as my car moves away from the lot.
i don't dare look back at him
i pretend to fall back into my place as the new, collected, and cool person i have become.
i gathered my dyed red hair and moved to my left shoulder,
not daring to look in his direction..
Now driving into the neighborhood,
my passenger says
"Im sorry he messed up your relationship."
I am shot with memories.
"i'm sorry, too."
and there was nothing else to say as i park,
we gather our things,
and though he is just across the street,
live our very different lives.
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