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Experience is Everything and NothingEverything that has happened or will happen was meant to happen;However nothing was meant to last forever, even if it was intended to.So live life like you meant to do everything that you did do or intend to do.And don't worry if you or anyone else doesn't understand why everything happened.Just be thankful that you lived long enough to experience it all.
Let Go Hold OnEverything that matters or should matter let it goEvery person that ever loved you or will love you let them goEvery dream or wish you've ever had let them all goEvery wrong you never corrected just let goEvery hurt you ever felt or will know let them goEvery joy you may bring to others that brought joy to you let them all
goGiving up is easyBut holding onto all that is dear to you or that you'll ever care forIs what sets us apart from those that just give up and those that refuse to walk away
All of These ChangesIt was a big day and a little day.Something's didn't really change at all,and something's changed very little,and something's changed in a really big way...but all of these changesare for right now temporary until things change again.To put it any simpler than this, changes were madeand changes for right now were made...but to just call them changes would be best then tocall them good or bad changes at all.I suppose that there's many positive ways at looking at today,but for right now the best thing that could be said about today is thatit's over and tomorrow looks much more hopeful than today had managed to be.
Master The ImpossibleMaster The ImpossiblePay complete attention to nothingand pay no attention to everything.And if you can do both at the same time,then you've managed to master the impossible.
NaPoWriMo: Day 8I was toldto slice through the thickestof scar tissue this evening.Let all my inner demonsfall to the floor& write them outin my own black blood.It’s not red anymore,even though needles& the bruiseslaid out like war-landson my armssay otherwise.I don’t think it ever was,honestly.Therapeutic,they said.My mind is a messof free versed insecurities,cat’s eye marbles,& untamed forest fires-but,I still don’t have the nerveto slice open my skin& bleed for her.
cinderella died yesterday"burn your tiaras,bury your fairy godmother.it's time for you to grow up now, you'reno peter pan.forget never never land.stars are just burning balls of gas that areslowly running out of time- they can'thear your wishes.cast aside your dr. seuss books like you willlater cast aside your bibles.after all, a fairy tale is a fairytale is a fairytale.life will teach you that.grace, you were born into a roleonly a very strong girl can play.see, society will hate you for beingwhat they don't want to believe.surrender your throne, your castle is under siege.stop being fascinated with the sky,you'll never go there.keep your feet on the ground, and steady yourselfbefore you help another.your brain is more logical than your heart,therefore take your instructions from it.promises can be broken as easily as can be made.do not rely on something as weak as miracles and love-and if you only have one piece of armor,defend your back from the people you trust the most.and grace
the heart of a quiet girlbrown skin matches such raven hair& so it hangs frail like autumn leavesshe drips sorrow holdingviolet felt cosmos in her eyescarries herself so stiff& some wonder why she is so quiet(for that is her strongest sound)
HateI hate youbecause I love youI hate youbecause you were my friendI hate youbecause I trusted youI hate youbecause you leftI hate myselfFor letting you go
.does a weedever wonderwhy it isn'ta flowerdoes a treeever feel likeits roots areholding itdown
MyiagrosYou went quietlyLike granite with finesseDays and nightsThe come down monsterI had a drinkSix, seven, eight moreAlways and sometimesCompletely nothingThe weeks of illnessBefore it pulled your eyes shutNo small talkJust plain, empty timeI walked to the store for smokesStruggled not to howlThere was fly paper nailed to the registerLegs still movingAnd I knew what they were buzzing forHell had found you first
skinny lovegave into skinny lovesneaking shy smilestrying his best not tokiss her wine-stained lips…& myhow she makes you happygive her more to drinkhow she loves her rum & cokeand she’d really like to dancewhile he’s never soberfrom her sweet lovestill in skinny lovewaiting to hold hertrying not tolook into her eyesthey’re too lovely…& myoh how you make her smilejust a little more to drinkalways has rum & coke to sparenever unsoberfrom her sweet, sweetskinny love.
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,i have thissudden urge to cutmy hair.most of the time,i just wish I were anythingother than me.a rocket ship, a bird-the sweet flavored smokeI promised my girlfriendthese briar patch lungswould not in.hale.instead,i have fallen in lovewith the strangest of things-eyes that intimidategodless boys.the way my scarsplay hide and seekwith her hands. -the love lettersthat start and endwith kissespressed against limbs.i make promisesi know i can not keep.but if i were a liari would say i was tiredof writing to the stars.
NaPoWriMo Day: 1I’ve got 30 daysto defy Icarus:teach this rose thorn hearthow to fly.[ All I want to be is the space between the stars. ]But, I’m here,ripping holes in blank pageswhile nursing nebulae knuckleswith white plastered walls.
six words concerning the futurethe world's spinning promptly to hell
spoon sizedDash of truthCup of tearsPinch of regretFor wasted yearsStirred emotionsSprinkled liesSeasoned with hopeSpoon sized
otitis externaThere is an oceanbeneathmy veinspumping salt watertomy brainI'm just curling and crashingwiththe wavesbut I can't stop the erosionfrom taking my name
Just onceI once felt the hatred,I once heard the lies,I once felt the burden,Of my character's demise,I once sat there stunned,I once sat there cold,I once sat there watching,My very life become old,And then...I once saw the world,I once opened my eyes,I once told myself,That it'd be alright,I once was wrong,I once came home,I once again had a world,That wouldn't leave me alone,And then in retrospect...I once was happy,I once truly smiled,I once heard my laughter,Now it's been a while,I once felt sadness,I once had trauma within,I once found a fear which,Traumatised my very skin,But...I once went online,I once found some friends,I once had proper friendships,Severed only at our ends,I once found people,I once had a will,I once had friends,For me to protect... until...I once met my end,I once fell asleep,I once lived it fully,Before sleeping so deep,Just once will I feel this,Just once from above,Just once
DiscardedI will hideFrom the starsWhere the lightHas bled.Dead dayDead nightWould you guideMy blind eyes?I realizedThat this worldWill corruptThe pure lives.We all knowHow this will endI want to escape.I want redemptionI want deathThe human raceMust be erased.LiesThey brought liesAnd sicknessTo these lands.They love receiveBut never giveTo the homelessDying on the street.I hate themThey have to dieI will purgeThis place.(5/8/14)
SolutionSuicide-A permanent solutionTo a temporary problem
inhale her exhalei have walked miles;my soles are worn to bleeding,my lips bend in an unchanging rictusbeneath the sun,and i am only just starting tobreathe.
pragmaticthat falling star will burn a holeright through your pocketand then where will you be?foolish patchwork princeburnt fingers and blistered thumbno closer to your dreamsno farther from your nightmares
this aftershave smells like uraniumI don't want to die without leaving a piss-stain on the planet, except the world is a skeleton, and everything already stinks of ammonia. An old woman once told me what it was like to climb trees, how she'd hook her legs around the branches and swing and watch birds fly upside-down above clouds coloured white instead of green. We don't get much of those any more. Trees. Birds. Old women. Wise bastards with something better to talk about than how we should live our lives. Eat your veg. Smile. Brush your fucking teeth. Nah, this old chick with her gnarled fingers and her crumpled smile and her reading glasses with the crooked frame, she talked about seagulls and conkers and sitting on the sides of little streams with her toes in the water, catching frogs and keeping them in jars and feeling bad because they missed the winding river. About how to grow real shit from real seeds in real earth that smelled like earth... that smelled like rotting leaves and seedlings and dew and not formaldeh
Bacon and EggsBacon and EggsIf I should ever live to seeThe end of the world by one hundred and threeAnd know the sound that it makesWhen it breaksI hope it sounds like bacon and eggs.