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Tuesday, September 08, 2009

All art is quite useless. - Oscar Wilde

Human I am, succumbing to the sweet breaths of tossing humanity. Here and now we stumble over the functioning? organs of our body, and feel the need to shrink, coil. We live in the past, and tears rise to the meet the tempo of anger, anger radiated in ALL! directions! and one step closer to the death of our soul in which lurks the folly of our brash actions thereafter. We turn to the past for advice, and we seek with every inch of us to find familiarity with our dials and buttons again. With every moment the breath seeps in, enriched, only to be wasted in the fireplaces of nothingness.

With every blink I fail to make sense of my feelings, the people around me fail to breathe, I am an abomination, I scream, because I find vacuousness and I wallow in it and I let it seep into my pores and I find bliss in it.




Friday, February 13, 2009

Hello, I've lost my inner world of peace and soothing melody. School's been a wreck on me and my nerves, but what's new? Let there be an Opening.


Monday, August 04, 2008

tell
me

in ways that my heart used
(to be)
warmth in
acceleration
to surge this soul

 

let me dream because all that I havent remembered has crushed me and i walk the days as dust. i love you, but i disappoint myself multiple times till my senses have no memories of shame


Tuesday, April 15, 2008

yes
al(l) ways
my head could turn
will
always be about
the sounds of you


Tuesday, March 25, 2008

I don't understand, in segments and fragments and sediments. nothing seems to settle, and the days dance like lightstreaks for i've lost track of time and how much it matters.

i've ceased to live, to feel,

to have the keys



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