like a junkie
all my energy leaves me
3 hours after I wake.
like a junkie
all my energy leaves me
3 hours after I wake.
The thoughts which lingered within my subconscious,
Stayed a blur to be honest…
Damp from its own intensity.
What more could I do? My imagination was dipped into my cup,
Swallowed the images, words, smells, and sounds into my digestive track.
Stomaching them was far from an easy task. Liquor to ease the inflammation of the abdominal region.
Smooth sailing for this salty sea-dog.
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His face grew cold, his bones were old.
His story was timeless, it deserved to be told.
Sit with him, pray to God – “Wait.
Let him gather his memories, from each a lesson can be made.”
Say “Goodbye” – for a first, for a last,
Try and blame time, who took a hero too fast.
Laying outside, in the light of the moon.
I still see him in starts that explode too soon.
You walk alongside me day in and day out
Stout and tall like I am
Both knowing and being the darkest part of me
What would you say to me?
Would you judge me for my every action?
Tell me things I am afraid to speak of?
You would be the median to my arrogance or cowardliness at the time
The Yang to my Yin
If only you were able to speak…
The knowledge you probably possess is profound
You have great abilities, such as projecting yourself in more than one direction
Being able to stretch varying distances
Yet you only exist if I do, so I feel like a hindrance
We share the same life but you are the better half in my opinion
Maybe I envy your peaceful existence, and you deserve mine so you can live out life
At times I feel like the shadow of myself, while you were meant to be…the part of me which strong and true.
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Dull nights bother me
Gazing at bright lights
Home is not the same
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Dwindling thumbs, my brain tingling from rum, I must be dumb
To not know how to present myself
Alas, there I sat on my top shelf
Staring down as I felt – the hands of another running on my leg. The touch shared a vibrant warm, misleading with intentions unknown. Sweet lips, tasty like a ice cream cone. An embrace equal to the oblivious nirvana Budda placed emphasis on. What do I take from this? I don’t know if it’s permanent but I will enjoy this endeavor until the last bell tolls….. DING!
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Why is it that I don’t love you anymore? How do you upset me so?
I feel that even though we are polarized opposites that should attract, I feel repelled like we are similar electric charges.
Those days when it rained and you held me for warmth don’t feel the same, now I feel stuck in a rut.
Unknown to my own feelings at the moment.
It’s hard for me to understand myself at this point, it’s as if my world is tipping over into oblivion even things seem to shine bright momentarily.
I’ve become intrigued with others that are not you, who are vibrant and eccentric. Through your changes and distrust in me, I feel cornered now. You and I don’t sync as we use to, for now you are in the defensive with any and everything. I knew we wouldn’t be the same after you lost your trust in me, yet you still decided to prolong this and it has only caused you more suffering, knowing this information, I feel I am not the right person for you. As your lover and best friend, this has become the only conclusion I have at the moment and I don’t know what to do. I want you to completely let go and forgive me…alas I know it won’t happen even though you have made those claims before. We try to bandage out wounds, yet we forgot to sterilize them before concealing them, now they have created a disease that seems untreatable at the moment…what are we to do from here?
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Everything in life
moves fast. I watched the sun split
the moon, again. and
There’s too many stars
tonight, to pick one for us.
There’s too many stars, faded and used,
to pin one to my
wall and find peace in her hue,
finding my way home to it,
thinking it might work.
You can stay awhile,
waste time and slow down, again,
light a cigarette.
Light a smoke for me,
and give me time to think.
I really don’t think
that I wholly understand
just where I should go from here.
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I read bukowski when I mingle with the smokers
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