May 2013
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WatchHope.
April 2013
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Somber over amber and high temperatures.
Monitor mental structures for stress fractures.
Under open aperture I am down with eyes upward.
After I wander enraptured I return a lonesome lovebird. #TweetyBird #Captured #TooLongForTwitterWhyDidIEven
March 2013
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January 2013
2 posts
December 2012
5 posts
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Don’t slam the door
Or you’ll get set up
To get fucked some more
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I’m a ghost, nobody knows where I’m from.
Tremble, under my nose and thumb
Under cold control that turns your whole body numb
Remember those childhood dreams?
What are you running from?
You better be your best but only be your best for me.
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All these tasteless people,
tongues numbed by all the hate and evil.
All the feelings that we understand,
always deceitful.
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Good shit brewing, words start spewing.
A life in ruin is in the mind so start doing
Whatever you can to improve on that
Alaska attitude.
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I’ve got some good shit brewing in my head right now.
Creative energy spewing words from my mouth.
Coming off a slump doing what I can do about
All the hate that ruins life, so true to you, and how!
November 2012
1 post
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Picture me wealthy,
picture me spent.
Picture me perfect,
picture me bent.
October 2012
19 posts
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Raindrops atop tree
Backlit by porch light
Glint like stars as I
Sway with cigarette
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Ignition
A poem
half-missing,
.
a half-
burnt page.
.
.
Ash is
.
your mission;
your mission,
.
my stage.
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Homeless
You bring out the worst in me.
A man in torment cannot see.
.
A man in torment stumbles
and slurs like an old drunk.
A man in torment runs into
things. You push me away
.
and say, “Don’t follow my voice.
Everything will be okay.”
Teasing me unintentionally;
your affection is irresistible.
.
Defeating is my guilt, in what
direction shall I loathe myself?
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This Is Just To Say
I ate the cake in the icebox.
It wasn’t my cake to eat,
but I couldn’t foresee
the owner returning to
claim his delicious treat.
I ate the cake of ice cream.
I hope that you can forgive me.
It was so magnificent and dank.
My memory of its fudge-y core
is fantastic like a dream!
