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Ain't it what it mean when a girl
tell you she like you an all she
really mean is she wan you to **** her?

Is that what I'm really scared of?

Am I writing garbage, still awake
at 5:23 in the ****** morning,
worried about what kind of a man I am?

Do I wake up and go to work,
with this secret fear that
all my beliefs and all my hopes
amount to jack ****** ****?

You bet your *** I do,
because I was taught and accepted
a long time ago that love
has jack **** to do with who you
are, and everything to do
with how well you ****.
The green coming but I don't make a scene
Legs are spreading but I dont care to see
My way and these distractions aren't phasing me
I'm loving and these limits aren't stopping me
Why does the after feeling of the lucy got me acting so depressing?
It's 3:26 am and the come up seems too far to see vividly
I still want to release some stress on you... ****** energy
I see God but it's so chemically
I want to choke you while I ******* roughly
I want to make everything so LSD
I don't make sense, and it's not as deep as it should be
Yelling love is so unnecessary
Feeling it is so delusory
I still wouldn't give it up for luxury
Walking memories going through misery hoping for the light at the end of your imagery
We were so close to the truth like Mercury
We're books and I'm reading everyone like they read my poetry
Don't measure love by the Avery
I swear I'm eating good, no celery
Its not a bad life
just a bad day
so get high
because the world
is too low
I try my hardest to stray away
from machine rolled cigarettes
which take away the test
of perfection
of creating the best
I know each one
leads me toward the dead
at least I can say
I died at my own,
supremely rolled, hand
 Dec 2014 Catrina Sparrow
Haley
If I could
I would just sit here
Until my life withered away
Like a hyacinth during a drought
And be content
With submitting to nonexistence
But I mustn't
For I have far too much to do
 Dec 2014 Catrina Sparrow
Kenshō
Upon you, I am transfixed.
Being of All, center of the worlds.
To your majesty I bow,
every individual is blessed a king.
Gods and Goddesses of the
gardens, show yourselves!

My vision has thus directed
a change in view.
I'm spellbound by this divinity
that reflects from within you.
What heavens could we imagine?
What quests would the greatest
among us set out for?

Pulled from the masses,
swiftly switched are my perceptual glasses.
A mass of flesh craving to cling
to absolutely every material 'thing.'
But then again, what could be said
for the lost glory and wars o' the dead?
I pray we can return..

Over the hill,
around that teasing bend,
lays the treasure of our souls.
This diamond we must defend.
Link of history past
and center of the soul!
To thee I ascend,
the ultimate goal.
feel me?
Why? Why can I see what nobody else can?
It's not all propoganda.
All I quest for is to find a nice quiet plate, a happy place where we all share and not just take.
I wish so many things and dream so many dreams, but what does it all mean?
How is one to make any sense of a constant flow of ideas and memories?

It's like i'm stuck in overdrive, not knowing where I'm going and forgetting where I came from.
You try to strip me down to nothing just to fix the kinks, how can you truly know I'M wrong?!
How can You say it's not right?
How can you spend your whole life running and hiding your eyes?

What's next... why are we here.
Just tell me you understand, tell me you care...
But you better mean those words.
How many?
How many dreams have died?
How many hopes have withered?
How many loves have faded?

How many futures have been shortened?
How many voices have been silenced?
How many friends have been lost?

How many shall have left us wanting?
How many shall have left us needing?
How many shall have left us empty?

Too many.
Conceived in hazy agony
The path to the city of gold stretched endlessly into the mountains
My father walked it once, and I think I'll stay home
There is an eternity between each of my words
And in that space ghosts wait impatiently
For me to cave in
The American South is all ablaze
And two headed catfish swim the Ohio River
Appalachia's lullabies end as bitterly as they begin
Life comes together in fragments
And ephemeral cycles reach their waning stages
God took pity just this once, and the following day brought apocalypse
An ending fit for songs that would never be sung
So glorious they never could have saw it coming
But I'll drink to it regardless
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