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In the mind of the beat

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Epitaph

Shit man I get angry, I get this itching in my skull. Like, I wanted to say brain there but I knew it wasn’t good enough, wasn’t right. Im bursting to make, to provide. To give something to the world. To impart to them a part of me. To create something new, but not really new. A combination of all the things that combine to make my state of mind, I wanna spew it out, scoop it up and squeeze it into a spewball of me shit. Fuck man I don’t even know, I just want good people around me, I want to be convinveced and encouraged to be all I can be, whatever I wanna be. Who I can be. I want to live with brilliant people and grow with thm and support them and FUCKING MAKE THINGS. Combine things, change things. It cant just be through writing. Writing is dead, and you don’t really do it anyway, youre just enamoured by the idea of 50s journalistic costa rica with a rum and coke in had and an air of superioruity to brew in. fuck it. Im done with shifting myself and doing nothing and stagnating. Always stagnating. Fuck this shit bro. save this shit as your screen saver and peep it erry day. Embarrass ya self, claim you were drunk and not just hungry. Yearnful. That’s it though, just take one step and the rest falls into place. No more bullshit, no more refreshing feeds for more content to download to distract to displace my demons. And it comes, when you spew, like nature. Only the good ideas survive, but there was shit to begin with. ON the first day, there was trash. And from there the trash evolved and learned and knew why it was trash and shed that skin, threw off the tar, and eventualy. On the 8th day. There was a pearl and that pearl was

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One day you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted to do. Do it now.

Paulo Coelho (via thequotejournals)

Fjk

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Anything True

Any true sentence, that's what he said. If you're looking for a beginning then you should build on solid foundations, open with a truth. Ok; if I don't write, then I can’t write. As a singular sentence it is fact, no denying it. but I can build on it, its a foundation as there is room to grow. If I write then the second half is thrown into limbo, as the first half is entirely dependant on what precedes it, if I alter the origin then the whole statement becomes uncertain. And so; I will write. Here is my declaration. Not a resolution, a declaration. I will write anything and everything, truth and lies, beauty and crass. AND IT SHALL BE SATISFACTORY. But never better than rm

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#nostalgia #short #bitter

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Short and Bitter

I resorted to this to distract my mind but oh, the cruel irony. Thoughts of you are the only inspiration I can ever seem to find. Alas; the curse of poetry.

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Rebirth

Re- living

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The Water it Rushes

The water it rushes,

you will surely drown.

There is no hope in fighting.

All will flounder down

But do not seek despair in this,

what follows is a garden for the reborn;

A momentary reunion.

Every sunset starts with dawn.

The water it rushes,

the world is a beautiful curse.

If you can’t see the poetry,

narcotics they make a good nurse.

But reliance is the great tragedy,

and to feign ignorance is a hollow bliss.

As you can only reach clarity,

When you embrace night’s ever-impending kiss

The water it rushes,

for a time you are afloat.

Take solace in the knowing,

that Time will sink your boat.

But do not haste your going,

yet Endings are the sweetest gift.

As they teach you to cherish

all the things you soon will miss

The water it rushes,

pray not for a steady flow.

Death is a blessing;

Is it not pretty to think so?