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You gather it when you masterbate alone accidentally wearing the same deodorant your ex used to wear
You find it in the spur of the moment date that never ends
You find it when you see your friends bust a move just like you do
Serenades by Mac Miller and dance moves with your best friend
Waiting for him to come back home to you
You don’t only find inspiration you find yourself
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You can’t force inspiration from the text book things in your life
You gather it when you masterbate alone accidentally wearing the same deodorant your ex wore
Reclaiming the moment for yourself
The high sex fantasy
You can have it alone you really can
You don’t need to be pushed coerced and regret not remembering
You can do things you don’t remember safely with the right crowd
A crowd of one
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I’m reading my old posts
They may be dark but they’re so inspiring
I’ve always been twisted when I’m alone and I love it
I love to be alone
I think I find solace but I need to find a way to make my brain wire this way without drugs
Maybe it was a mistake taking them to begin with
I don’t mean tonight I mean in life
But is it better to have lived and lost than to never have lived at all?
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I’ve got to start writing again
Even if it’s failed nonsense poetry as usual
I know
You
Can’t
Call it
A poem
Just
Because
You write
It
Like
This
But this is how my brain works
This is how it flows
It only makes sense to separate it all
Which I guess says a lot about me
I love to be separate from it all
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A Thank You To Bishop Briggs
I’ve always made monthly, weekly, daily playlists throughout my whole life. Usually just a compilation of the same 200 songs in different ways to encompass the emotions I had, or longed to have, at that time in my life. Now with the access to Spotify, Apple Music etc. right at my finger tips it’s much more satisfying to make these playlists. They’ve become a mission each month to find a few new songs that have all the vibes I’m looking for and build from there.
Over the years I’ve become less judge-mental of these collections of music. The names, content, etc. is no longer something I spend hours (maybe even days) grueling over trying to make trendy and appealing to the masses (aka my 6 friends).
I remember a couple years ago I was cleaning at work (I worked at a gym) and one of my friends came over and popped an earbud in my ear and said “dude you’ve got to hear this song”. It was River by Bishop Briggs. I immediately whipped out my phone, disregarding any pending punishment by my bosses, and started a new playlist. The title: bb. Following that shift I went home and found every song she had released and scrolled to the bottom of every social media platform she was on. Staying up all hours of the night watching YouTube interviews and reading buzzfeed articles.
Fast forward and you started releasing your own monthly playlists for the public on Spotify. Opening up your version of what had been such a personal outlet for me for years for the world to see. Every month I sit in such anticipation for these collections of songs. It never fails to floor me when we have the same songs or artists tied between them. The variety of music, the range of styles and emotions that are encompassed within these lists each month are priceless and I don’t think as a fan base we can really thank you enough for these little windows into your soul each month.
But we can certainly try.
Thank you.
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I’m trying to be better
I officially can’t stand
I’m wasting away while I’m wasted
Slurring and stumbling my way through life;
Such a fraud
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4/01 1:56am
He asked how I was so drunk but he doesn’t know I’ve been drinking all day.
I opened the bottle at 12 and I’ve been slurring ever since.
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3/31 My Doorway
Everyone thinks I’m okay
But I’ve been drunk all day
I’m an addict and you’re in denial
I realize how awful I am
One day you will to
That’s what I’m most afraid of
That’s why you don’t know my handle
I love you so much and yet I’m so afraid of you
Boys are confusing
One day you could love me
One day i could not be sexy enough
Or here enough
Or maybe too drunk
Please help me
Do you know me?
Do you really?
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Some Taylor Swift Inspired “Poetry” For Y’all
I think it upset you
When I said “hey!” And shut my book
You show me your works, yes
But oh my, is all this writing different!
I see your paintings
I see your drawings
I know they’re full of emotion
But it can be seen through one’s own eyes.
I don’t know how to be anything but painfully blunt
There’s no other way things can be taken
The last thing I want to do is scare you off,
Hurt your feelings
An angel from above
Opened your gates for me
Do you know me?
Do you really know what you’ve signed up for?
If you don’t,
And it gets scary,
Just remember
Do the girls back home touch you like I do?
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I don’t know what you were expecting with me, but I hope you were wrong.
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She’s coming to see me next week
I don’t think anything but this skyline has filled me with such excitement
I know we’re not what we were
But my god were we great
Troublesome and dangerous
Always breaking the rules and pushing the limits
Boundary is a foreign word for us
Always accepted
Always encouraged
I’ll never be able to thank you enough
You see the beauty in my ability to exist alone;
More than I could ever ask for
Soon we’ll lay here side by side
Sipping and smoking in the grass
Nothing but opportunity for adventure at our fingertips
Finally where we belong
Maybe it will be when we belong too
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Faces passing
Bodies shuffling
I love you
But there’s so much I know we can’t experience together
I don’t love you any less
Someone won’t care so much
Let me make mistakes
Wander out alone at night
Sometimes freedom is more than necessary
You don’t say I can’t
You say I shouldn’t
I hate that
I love to be alone
I love to be free
The complication is I want to be alone and free with you
I don’t want us to have limits
We may have boundaries
But rules aren’t there for anything else than to be broken
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27 March 2018
Last night in Paso Robles.
Moving to San Francisco tomorrow.
I’m very excited.
I’m so scared I could throw up.
Here’s to new beginnings...
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