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[st-0-ryteller]

Pittsboro

It's a foggy time here

With the streetlights ablaze

On the roads

And in the trees

And the air.

Pittsboro.

It's like a dreamhouse jail cell

A neon club mirage in a desert,

And you can see it too,

Just at the places where the roads

Don't meet anymore,

Where they hide in the fog.

Tonight, I live in a place

Hidden by briar

And left in creeks

And my face is a chapel,

A monument to everything here that

Ever was and ever will be.

Pittsboro.

The place where the roads don't meet.

The place where the church walls have faces,

A monument to streetlights.

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Ships

We came to drink

And the door was locked

We came to weep

And the closet was closed

We came to see

And the skeletons were without death

We came to talk

And the path was open

We came to close

And the path was gone

We were born to be,

And that ship has sailed

That ship has sailed

All of the ships have sailed

We came to drink

And the door was open,

But it was the water we were afraid of

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The Poem That Does Not Exist

This Poem Doesn't Exist.

Just like I do,

Or don't.

We're all figments

Parts of the train station in mind

All of those tiny pieces

Of black, sun-absorbant asphalt

That you'll never, ever drive.

We are all things that don't

But have always been

Like in that smoky bar,

The one with the lights still on,

The band playing a raunchy,

Symphonic skrattle beat.

Can you the people who aren't in there,

But yet feel their

Cable to ear to shoe?

And I am path that one day

I will myself meet.

I am a poem that does not exist,

Because I'm not heard does not mean

To mean

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Discount Jesus

Of all the things

I find most ironic

The biggest is

Other people's beliefs

"Be good to your neighbor,"

They say.

"Love one another."

But yet they do not do

Either of these things.

A cheaper version

Of the truth

Is what I call

A discount.

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Dear Friend

Dear friend,

I fear that I've been lost for a while.

I fear that my shoulders can't bear the burden,

Nor can my tongue bear more scars

In the shape of my own teeth.

I've been told that I have one hell of a head

On my shoulders.

But, dear friend,

I don't know if I can even carry that anymore.

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Space

The cells of stars are the cells that make up the human body

But you

You're made of the whole universe

For you've given me a radiance in life

I've known those who take so much light they leave none left

And they've killed me inside

And I've been searching since for a star to call my own

But you

You've been exactly the light I needed

You helped me escape my own darkness

And illuminated me for the first time in a while.

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Honey

Right now I’m listening to my favorite music And writing something for you I never told you how a pen to paper is my Favorite sound It would be second favorite but I have yet To hear your voice, Smooth like the honey of your eyes and sweet like your smile.

Nobody sends me a good morning text With you being the exception. One day, I spent an hour in contemplation, But see, my head has a weak foundation. I never really say how you’ve helped heal My head because when I try to think It’s like the very thing I love is lost, It’s wordless.

See, I don’t spend time talking to people I’ve been too hurt and lost too much but With you as always being the exception, are the one person on this damned planet Who I feel like I can trust.

I never knew that could mean so much.

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Idle

We stand idle at one door

Wondering when to move onto the next

We breathe because we choose to,

Not because we have to

The will to survive will be the death of me

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Crater

I pull my own strings sometimes,

Push my own buttons.

Isn’t that ironic?

It’s always been a lot easier for me

To keep everything bottled in.

I don’t think I’ll be the same as I am now,

I’m a decade past understanding myself.

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All for you

I don’t know how to know When it’ll happen But trust me You’ll survive

I’ve laid and written thousands Of threnodies, Melodies carved into The caves of my brain,

All for you.