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Juneau Jul 2014
Unknowable power they say is above,
This world has not fit me quite like a glove,

The time I live in won’t let me be me,
I want to be wild, instinctual and free,

I’m so confused, chaotic inside,
These traits in me I can’t always hide,

Of my condition others are ignorant or blind,
If only there were another of my kind,

I cannot begin to interpret the magnitude,
Of this vast, isolated and total solitude,

There’s not a soul around whom I could relate,
Or is this my sanity as it begins to disintegrate,

I must be broken, a grotesque abnormality,
I can’t seem to get a hang of day-to-day conformity,

I need to develop the side of me that is innate,
This fiercely fought inner struggle must simply be fate.
May 7, 2013
Eighteenth
Juneau Jul 2014
I look to my rulers,
and all that i see.
Lying, cheating swine,
shameless hypocrisy.

I want off this planet,
away from society.
I'd rather take my chances,
and sail the celestial sea.

I feel that somewhere out there,
a greater world may be.
The distance required to travel,
is beyond the life of me.

And so here I stay,
among this society.
Still at night I dream,
and sail the celestial sea.
March 23, 2012
Third
Juneau Jul 2014
It's 3:00AM and I can't catch a wink.
It's 3:00AM so I begin to drink.

Every drop brings ease to my mind.
So I pour another shot and begin to unwind.

A sinking feeling deep in my core.
My eyes are heavy, dry and sore.

Twisting spine, muscles tight, ******* in knots.
Living this uncomfortably brings on unspeakable thoughts.

Each night it only gets worse.
Each and every night I live with this curse.

I can't keep doing this, tomorrow I must work.
Looks like another day of being an irritable ****.

It's 3:00AM, and I pour another drink.
It's 3:00AM, my thoughts begin to sink.
It's 3:00AM, I can do nothing but think.
It's 3:00AM, so I write it out in ink.
August 13, 2012
Fourteenth
Juneau Jul 2014
I can't imagine what you're going through,
this truly must feel like hell.
How does a person decide,
"is this the man I loved or merely his shell."

I know this is rough,
and I don't want to sound unkind.
But what actually makes a person,
is not the body but the mind.

Some may praise your compassion,
yet I feel this is just insane.
How could you spend your life,
with someone who lacks a brain.

Your love is so tenacious,
but it's time to loosen your hold.
Life deals us many cards.
With this hand I advise you fold.

You have a lot of love to give,
and you may not think this is fair.
But it's time to move on,
and find someone who can return your care.

Keep him forever with you,
deep back in your minds archive.
Please hear me when I tell you this,
your boyfriend is no longer alive.

This is a big decision,
and I say this with remorse.
but it's time to let go,
and let nature take its course.
August 13, 2012
Fifteenth
Juneau Jul 2014
Everyday with this sadness.
On the edge of certain madness.

Malevolent whispers in the dark.
Twisted thoughts have left their mark.

Other people, who I cannot relate.
Have left me in a contorted state.

The days end as the Sun begins to fall.
Personal demons grow upon the wall.

Bigger and stronger, they soon overwhelm.
Losing all control as they take the helm.

Apologies for the things I've done.
It's all over now I've lost, they've won.
May 7, 2012
Eleventh
Juneau Jul 2014
I have a passion for music.
let me tell you why.
It's for emotional release.
so that I don't cry.

Each note manipulates the air.
Brings a voice to my silent despair.
June 13, 2013
Twenty-third
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