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Stupid Poems

We are stupid poems; Our love echoed in tandem through local hipster coffee shops from an old sm-58 microphone that dreads the 7pm open mic poetry night. Waiting silently to cringe through lines of cliche and archetypal prose whose soft and comfortable language falls upon deaf ears; suspecting patrons whose social hierarchies define them and sway their interest. 

 We are stupid poems that are sold into publishing and run awash to landfills and incinerators whose flames and fumes burst our words into smoke and atmosphere twined endlessly to one another no matter the form. 

We are stupid poems that, for whatever reason, you always think of when the sun is high and the day is beautiful and the people are out in the city and everything feels alive and there is no death, only endless light. 

We are stupid poems that express falling endlessly for one another, to the depths of the earth, or the ocean, or whatever hyperbolical android of a simulation you wish to confide. 

We are stupid poems that express beauty and nature. Our language not quite elegant enough to be remembered whole but rather in fractals of memory; shards of chemically imbalanced saved files from organic hard-drives that start up to slow and heat up too fast. 

We are stupid poems, you and I, and I love reading you to musty coffee shops downtown on poetry night.. 

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Mankind

Show them acceptance                    apocalypse

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Past

I am sleepwalking through my life / I have never felt anything more surreal and disappointing / that in all my time and wonder here / I sit and reflect on what should have been done...

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i just needed to know...

I've built bridges with my broken bones / long days that left me cold like mountains capped in winter snows, I've lost touch with my soul yet remained connected / like a painter without inspiration who cannot give up the canvas, I've gazed upon the stars and stared into the sun / it reminds me of the light I am to my mom even though I know I am no one, I've crossed my fingers more times than I can count / quietly praying there's no truth to my doubt; I know it's hopeless...

Too many times I've found myself broken and alienated in my thoughts and that voice; my voice... I found solace in that same voice / shouting out to the world "I am still here," Though I did not wish for anyone to hear me / I just needed to know I could still make an echo...  

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That Question Echoed

It was something like sunrise, A warmth, a heat, a light; it simply lit up the sky. I remember looking at her, I remember looking at she, Beautiful like how nature is, Graceful like how water falls, Though it lands like an explosion; that would be my heart dropping... I think I said it somehow, but it's all just a blur, A memory of blood rushing, jumbled thought and incoherence... Maybe my body said it, I know I meant it... Now just something to reflect on, like a mirror or a body of water, My face or the ocean? Her eyes would be the best option. *sound* glass shatters

"Does the sound take you there?" "Who am I speaking to?" "You are not yourself." "Then who could I be?" That question echoed, and I didn't know who I was talking to, But they interrupted a good reminiscence, There are many voices that wander around my skull... Transient, uninvited, broadcasts of insecurity, ambiguity, and disconnection. "I am disconnected; like a cast away." No, not like a cast away. Like a person who wants nothing to do with people. "You know that's not true." "Yeah, I do..." *sound* Apply Bob Ross Cadence "But this paper is canvas and it's fun to pretend."

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I'm so Tired

I’m so tired of rushing / like the rivers beneath my skin, And if you believe in nothing / please join me in my sin, Its a drop of ecstasy on your mind / lose yourself and redefine, I’m not taking life for granted anymore…

I’m so tired of running / from the places that I’ve been, And if you believe in something / you probably understand what I mean, It’s the taste of regret fresh on your tongue / and knowing what you should have done, I’m still taking life for granted…

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Again

I should not see this darkness as I had before, Be it as a drug, losing effectiveness with each dose, Yet my addled mind, so wanting to feel more, is always anew in blankets of old shadow, Cursing the very gallows from which it crept, Seething morbid gales while wearing no binding attire, How I long for a fire to be set upon my bones, Just to live for a moment in the heat of such clarity.

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Snow Falls Soft

Snow falls soft so the earth it will not wake, Pristine white will all soon melt away, Sun light is night the moon creates a darker day, The wind whispers lies so you don't heed what she says.

Awake to golden views taken from the top, Alien land why you're here you know not, Bright as a fiery behemoth light takes all paths, Breaking through cloud with the most gentle wrath. A deity in slumber as you creep past her feet, Not wanting to know what is disguised by sleep, Worship like an empty bottle you do not drink, But let wash over you your thoughts as you think.

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A Loss...

A tin can on the side of a road, Or a tomb encrusted with gold, Just as we are here as they, Side by side we rust away. A cavern opens amidst my mind, So I step in to see what I can find, Because a loss for words or appetite, Is all I've had as of late. A crushing sight in this dim light, Though the saddest thing I've ever seen, Was not the loss of life, Rather the loss of love and compassion for life. So as the soulless choir sings, The wicker barrel slowly seeps, My blood is my bodies and my bodies to keep, So why does it elude me with one fell sweep?

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The Night

I love to see the moon in the night sky, With the stars at its side an awakening gloom, I feel so settled, so content, and so inspired, My mind becomes free and I no longer care.

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This Life

We are all so burned by the sun, Our minds melt together as one, And all the same things come, When we distinguish what must be done.

I can't seem to find distance, I do not wish to seem distant, I just want to be lost graciously, Dancing about with a reliable smile.

No matter my convictions, Or the context of this diction, It will be so aware and apparent, That I need not worry of clearance, But simply revel in my time. 

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To See What's Behind

You speak so softly of truth, Yet I see none of it in your eyes, If I look past them I can almost see what you hide, Like a stage curtain slightly open, I'm sneaking through to see what's behind.

But it is too dark to see and too cold to feel, So I lay within you, hoping in time my eyes will adjust, My pupils wide drawing all the light you can offer, While you scream and gnash for me to leave, I can't understand why you want to be alone when you've already grieved.

And I laugh childishly so full of truth and passion, I laugh as you try holding me for ransom, Then the curtains closed behind me, For certain I'm enclosed and blinded, But I see now what you had tried to hide, The pain of another that kept you locked inside...

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Temper Yourself

Crumble your anger to dust and let the wind take the feeling, Free your frustration as steam into the air, watch it dissipate like ignorant hatred finally finding truth it cannot deny. Collect your shattered nerve from the ground, And rebuild your solid stand, You are not to be over-looked by any son or daughter, mother or father, sister or brother. Too hard to miss once your shine has been uncovered. Eyes strait ahead and confident, Pierce the identities they circumvent. Know the consequence of losing yourself, So find peace and calm in being yourself, Never let the things that make you be what breaks you.

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if u new on tumblr, what would u do ?

I would find content that I like or admire.

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The Oaks, The Sky and Numbed Pain

You can tell the tires treads windswept and dried in the mud, You know you're not alone. Still so playfully The Oaks call you,  "Come and dance with us!" they shout, "Come stay a while in our bed-like branches," "We are all but one entity and you are free to indulge in our plenty!" You think, much like the river or the sea the forest sings its song so gracefully. So you venture a path not known to be travelled, You are the judge and your feet your gavel.

As you lay amongst the green, The blue and bright sky takes your eyes, The clouds that cold white warmed by the sun, So beautiful and bright.

They excuse your cautious fright, You've been hurt by beauty before, Much like you, The Sky she knows clouded days come upon us, Some welcomed, Others not so kind to heart, Excuse the want to depart, And embrace the love of a new start.

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Summers Seam

Whistling on summers seam,

Oh what we have seen,

Oh what could have been,

About the fields we sing and say,

Oh what a lovely, lovely, day today,

A bird whistles her tune in ours,

Motion possessed now by natures hand,

Swinging and tumbling about the grass,

Losing and leaving all cares behind,

Succumbing to the scent of summer sands,

Trees grab eyes in one sight we see,

The tallest of the oaks that could possibly be,

And a pinnacle now above us,

The notion to climb can trust us,

So wild now we pull, lift, and struggle,

To make it above our North American jungle,

Branch before branch there is a bottom,

But solid ground has been lost, not forgotten,

For no need of ours in the tallest tree,

No want of ours for we are free.

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Fallacy.