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desperately holding onall sequences the same as the last
is this my life
have we devolved
i feel so primitive
on all fours crawling around
unsure of all directions
my hope is without itself
notes strewn on the floor
no music can puncture this solitude
"do you love?" even your positive response
lacks passion, you are a prisoner
locked in by your conviction
trapped by demand
if you're so tired, give up.
least we'll be freed.
instead of caged doves, unfed
because of an emotional error
this, the last cry i will let out
before i go dead
a cry formed by desperation
found only in the loving lonely heart.
The things wallpapers can doWallpapers on my desktop,
So I can enjoy my fandom in silence
Wallpapers on my desktop,
So they can give me advice.
When I am lonesome.
Wallpapers on my desktop to remind me:
What is lost can be refound.
Wallpapers to do the that things that people do
When there's no body around.
Wonderful Fusionif only i had this wonderful fusion
of the right parts
come to a better conclusion
but instead, despite those best intentions,
i'm sliding down cliff and hill
wishing that i had a larger frame of referenece,
some better understanding,
or maybe just to be a better person
but then i'm too hard on myself.
i'm too juding
murdering myself in this slow climb
but if only i had that wonderful fusion
of the the right meat parts
that'd make it easy,
the conclusion wouldn't be worth seeing.
All The Right Goodsthe world mashes you down into bite sized chunks
now i feel like leftover captain crunch
and yes i just rhymed sized chunks with capitain crunch
but then again we know i suck
i'm not that cool kid of success i don't have money
not much to offer in the way of skills, honey.
and no one wants the loser, the do nothing hanging around
no one wants the person constantly sporting that frown
everyone wants their needs met when their needs are wants
disguised as some cheery sentiment to those who can pay their rent.
And yes i just rhymed sentiment with pay their rent
and at least this one makes sense when you play it back.
At least this time you'll throw me a dime
because i provide that service you desperately need
a sensation coming from the avenue fading to the stream
of unconscious people choosing the person
with all the right goods.
Why exist and Less MeWhenever I think of family I get lonely and I wonder what my purpose in the world is.
I'm exhausting by the mere concept until the word means nothing at all.
Only drifts on the wind of thought that is the human condition
the root of all questions: why do humans exist, let alone me?
I'm Not An Amazing Writeri find it hard to build up an elaborate picture
or to form something raw and profound
when I write I see the ordinary
no surprises to give and that's what makes me talentless
and still, I want write these meager words
line by line, should i be ashamed?
Because I'm not really that creative.
I'm so tired of hearing that praise.
I feel like a kid who knows
their picture doesn't belong on the fridge
sitting under the table looking up sullen
as you tell me I'm not so bad; so what if I'm not mozart.
Like a little kid too, I feel rectified in my annoyance.
should i slam my door shut on this conversation too?
i like the frustrated child inside of me
should i try hard to live up to something?
or improve at what i love, even though the bars too low...
even though my words fall to no one but me alone
the child unlike me knows how to enjoy things easily
too inexperienced to avoid what it loves
too wide eyed to hate what feels hopeless.
if only I was ever like that at all
I only know how to doubt a
Dull refrain of Apathetic Loathingthat dull refrain of dripping water
tip tap dock tip tip tap
spurr -- the water turning on
the footsteps i know don't come my way
they feel far off foreign markings in the distance
each breath feeling as lifeless as the dark undying tree
outside the window of my office
and i'm settling into this
the pace of everyday
but in these moments i know i'm different
because i hate those so like me
because i don't enjoy the presence of them
so why can't they disappear?
pouring down like lava burningpouring down like lava
burning and immulsify what it touched
hurting slowly glowing bright
droplets reach deep cavities in my heart
full destruction coating everything.
somehow it's so pleasing
as everything i wasn't becomes everything I was.
just going through the motions
tearing me apart while i pinned
just for a second of destruction.
it was blissful i can imagine
something i refuse to remember
something beautiful crawling with danger.
oh, yah, there's something to that
that keeps living on a zombie in a new day.
it makes me laugh, because i can't take it seriously.
because it's gently, silently burning through the center of my heart.
Destruction at the Hand XAngerexpresisons of angry come hard to me
the swift hammer seems not to make a sound
there are no excuses for you
is this who I am? what about you?
is this the extistent of your power?
show me, show me, your passion has faded
your honor like the flags of fallen houses
has lost all it's glimmer
it appears now as a house of cards.
you expect, expect my anger to go away
again you insult me you insult me~!
Your words, oh they on death eyes and ears.
is this the end of my existence?
this anger, won't to consume my heart?
all my dreams going up in flame
i'm not shamed, holding the lighter.
there's nothing left of them anyhow
so what if they're engulfed by this?
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