hey, ladies. its 2:18 AM. i'm laying on my bed - 'making sense of crazy thoughts' and such. while i boggle your mind, read this. he he he.

'parallaxative'

its all in how you look at things,
and the way we handle happenings.
this misplaced placement places me in places misplaced
and with this shift in the fourth dimension everything is deeper,
placing misplacement in...
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hey, here's a poem. i don't do this enough anymore, i miss it. anyway, it goes as such:

"spill and spread"

my life is in the form of a half empty glass of blood,
shaking and cracking and leaking out love.
there are people worse off, laughing above.
laughing at me and my mistakes thereof.
and while i'm spreading slowly across the floor,
making the...
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this is a poem i wrote about choosing how you feel. its in our hands after all, we just don't see it.

'kicking down our ladders'

-my throat is closed.
forced by palms and fingers.
-made up by my mind.
my conscience and
-my life as a dreamer.
forget the pain, i'm not alone
-i'm becoming numb.
and i find it strange calling this home....
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