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M Mar 2014
Motivation is at an all time low
Goodnight angels, goodnight hell
Goodnight world, let's take it slow.
I'm so sick I can't think straight or round or any shape at all, I am all I can be.
M Mar 2014
Looking off the same ledge
Making the pledge
That I won’t one day be
One of  the people who see
That view
As their last view
Jumping/ falling before they see the light

A million years ago on a dark warm night
I walked across the ledge and exhaled
Remember me, when our relationship’s Hell was unveiled
When we were in love
With the push and shove
This place could be

To me
The little girl
She dances and sings
A bicyclist
His bell it rings
A man
He smokes
A classmate
She jokes
I see graffiti
Take a look,
Sweetie.
Written on the Brooklyn Bridge during class. What's to make of this mess?
M Mar 2014
17
Million little pieces
Sprinkles
Hammered Coke

The wind blows
It falls
Cascades

Faded
Me and then the high
Where the little pieces gone

Colors gone
White it overtakes. I overlook.
Or pigment spread across Earth

17
Million little pieces
For me to stumble upon
Serendipitously

Run into me
As I cross from Hell to Hell
Pieces of me.
M Mar 2014
One through the window
To **** the pane
Next through my Brain
To **** the insane
Laughed to myself

Because Babe, it’s ironic

Noise cuts
like glass
For all the times we’ve been called *****
Break the obscured

Frames

It’s gone: the fog shattered
making way for the clear outdoors
Turn it 90 degrees, mind already scattered
Click

But it’s silent
There was only one
No permit of my violent
Shh

Click-Click-Splash-Fall
How am I here?
There was no fire
I’m on the ground, dear.
Red. Taken over by what
Must have been the fear.

Nothing can **** the insane
Not even my Brain.
M Mar 2014
Maybe I am reading too far
Into the perfect inconvenience
That our crooked teeth align- on par
Made something of an alliance,
it’s just
Coexistence
My reality, I must adjust.

Shift, Cut, Script
How can I trust God’s directions are not,
Automated. I’m gypped.
****, I’m caught.
Spin, and ask, prayer, light as a feather.
Perfection should not be sought
After.
We’ll run for wonderful together

It’s okay, it’s a trick
But are you even aware?
I’m an addict
Caught in your stare.
Recognize my pure desire
Fall through my exhaled air,
Now
Willingness to be caught in your barbed wire.
first in a while, not sure where I'm off to

— The End —