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"LIFE SUC"What can be said to those who would scratch 'life sucks' in library furniture? My fingers itch to scratch back in retaliation, "You have never truely laughed nor cried. You have never felt an ounce of compassion nor responsibility. Whatever thoughts and desires you have, which alter your shallow emotions, are as the dust I sweet from under my bed, or the dirt I pick from under my fingernails. If only you knew that it is these very crusts which, when examined, become the foundation of the entire world. A child must outgrow tantrums and the gain the fortitude required to ra"LIFE SUC"
by ~SlowMo
it was a cactus all alongThe geometric repetition of sidewalk faces all twist into the same glare. My street-sign comprehending pride combines with out-spoken confidence and both turn out to be a mirage.it was a cactus all along
"What'd she say?" I rely on a friend. "That sign can't possibly be important." I give up. This is a desert. I try, but nothing will change the truth that; I am a stranger in a strange land.
I don't know if I'll ever find water.
by ~SlowMo
you doThere comes a time every morning when we are given the chance to rise before our alarm and seize our day.you do
There comes a time every night when we are given the chance to wait and leave idle tasks until tomorrow.
This is life passing us by.
(I stayed up late. I slept in. So did you. It was: too cold out. too hot out. too light out. too dark out. just a few more minutes. but what about these missed chances? aren't they real?)
Who has the nerve to disagree with a poem?
by ~SlowMo
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Why don't we Why don’t we fightWhy don't we
the 5 am snooze? Ten minutes longer.
Drifting into work
six hours later. I am:22
the ghost
of smokes blinking smiles,
hospital lights and deep engines, blinking two coffees, and a mix tape to blur time
and the day is over with no energy to make love. We all dream nights that we might find our friends again, upstairs with the TV off shouting out the nothing with some kind of love only stories can speak of. &nbs
by ~Inallgoodtime
Smoke BreakIt's been a year since I've sat hereSmoke Break
behind the coffee shop.
I still hear us waving hands and lips hip to jive invented inside a club we built.
Fire Smoke Ruin Runs away with the car away with the phone away with home away, deepening into my feet.
Carry me away, away, away, until mad with passion my eyes blur past and present returns
the stub burning my hands.
by ~Inallgoodtime
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- Apr 29, 2008 holy guacamole
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If all you can see is the past, turn around
stuff is good. working a lot, enjoying a little sun, counting the days till China.
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If all you can see is the past, turn around
I'm pretty sure it went great!
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