I’d like to be able to claim
That none can hold a candle
To your brilliance
But the truth is
They are but mere candles
Before you
Their light
Only blinding
Against darkness
Only blinding
In your absence
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I cannot whisper
The words I wish to scream
Tears fall
At the precipice of silence
Unmoving internal chaos
Catatonic rage
Memories of the present
Give way to realities of the past
All again
All at once
Visions flash
To the beat of the body’s rocking
The internal observer
Watches helpless
Why can’t you see I’m suffering?
Don’t you dare touch me
Thank god
For Valium
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One day I will wake
To find you hanging
Above a letter
I won’t need to read it
I already know why
You tell me daily
Different words
Same truth
Suffering without hope
I find myself
Silently mourning
A death
That’s yet to happen
Unable to stop
The inevitability
Of your choice
Despite knowing
You are making it
I should do more
But there’s nothing more I can do
Other than wait
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Once more
I wake
Finding myself adrift
Lost in thoughts
Of things
That will never happen
That can never happen
An ocean of possibility
Extends in every direction
Yet I fear
Leaving the safety
Of the anchor
Of the known
Once more
I wake
Finding myself both
Aimlessly drifting and unequivocally struck
Chastising myself
For not staying still
For not moving on
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It’s not safe
For me to be alone
But it’s not pleasant
To be in my company
So how can I
Ask for you
To waste this day
Comforting me?
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You
and I
Are just
Modern day
Peasants
Convinced
By capitalism
To needlessly want
Controlled
By inflation
To pointlessly save
Coerced
By religion
To endlessly argue
The farm
Replaced by a cubicle
The hoe
Replaced by a chair
The grime
Replaced by paperwork
We
Are trapped
Idolizing
Those who escaped
The trap
The very system they now uphold
We devour news
As if we
Have any power
To act on it
Believing
That if we at least know
We will somehow survive
The next apocalypse
Our rulers say
They are protecting us from
We pretend
That the weekend is life
And that our work
Has meaning
We pretend
That we have fulfilled
The dreams
Of our childhood
We pretend
Because if we don’t
We will realize
We are
Modern day peasants
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I’m scared
Of what your love
Will cause me to
Face about myself
Nevertheless
I’m confident
That your love
Will guide me
Safely through
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Coffee to wake
Instagram to connect
Porn to cum
Alcohol to relax
Weed to create
Coke to play
MDMA to love
News to inform
Sugar to distract
Mushrooms to pray
Valium to calm
Melatonin to sleep
Life to avoid
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I can’t quite express
The confusion and the mess
That’s been left
In your absence
Why didn’t you confess
The demons that had you possessed?
Why couldn’t you
Escape the thoughts that had you depressed?
Why was this the only way you could address
The aspects of life that you detest
that had you dispossessed?
Perhaps if you got some of it off your chest
The world wouldn’t be one man less
One man that blessed it with his presence
Now all who knew you are left to digest
News of death’s caress via a self-inflicted process
We can’t protest
We can only attest
To the pain and existential unrest
Of the hole your life has left
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In the end
The only things
I’ll leave behind
Will be the few memories
My children hold dear
An empty bank account
A pile of used junk
And
A few words
Immortalized upon the page
Waiting
For someone I never met
To misinterpret
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With this book
I’ve sold you my soul
Put myself on display
Showing you my whole
Here
Do you see the hole?
What was left
After my father’s toll
A prostitution of pain
A sympathy payroll
Here
Do you see the hole?
What was left
After her thoughtless console
A pitiful attempt
To reclaim what he stole
I wrote this for me
There’s no other goal
Love it or hate it
Fuck you all
No
Not you dear reader
Just those close to me
Those who chose to troll
Those who attempted to control
Those who don’t know me at all
No
For you I extol
The healing granted
By planting the flag pole
Open your mind to gaze upon your soul
Write
Take back control
Step through the keyhole
Put it on the page
And remake yourself
Into a stronger whole
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Release me
From these binds
Oh foul
Mistress of time
Let me
Deduce
The fountain
Of youth
The master
Crafts a puzzle
Then finds
The key
Sit and watch
The stone
To see
If it grows
We are born
A ticking clock
But die
A broken camera
The moment is
Only gone
When we
Fail to remember
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While it’s never
As bad
As you think
It will be
It’s also
Never as good
As you remember
It to be
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why can’t
it be enough
to accept
that my life
simply is?
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I will tell you
That
I have your best interests
At heart
And I do
I will tell you
That
My critiques are meant
To help
And they are
I will tell you
That
I am working
For us
And I am
I will tell you
That you are holding yourself back
That you are embarrassing yourself
That you aren’t living to your fullest potential
That you can do more
That you need to relax
That you should forgive yourself
That you are worthy of love
That you are close to greatness
That you are my everything
I will tell you
How to fix your problems
And you will listen
Any you will change
And you will be ruined
By me
Unintentionally
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By complementing the future
She crafted the present.
Her words revealing a truth
Others couldn’t yet see.
Not for lack of trying,
But because she hadn’t yet spoken.
The truth was merely a dream,
Waiting for her birth it into reality.
Now here, its eternal nature is manifest.
The future, now present, informs the past,
And thus, her words were true before she ever spoke them.
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Perhaps
With time
I’ll be able
To change myself
Enough
To be worthy
Of your love
Because
I know
Who I am
Right now
Isn’t even
Worthy enough
To be
In your presence
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I find myself trapped
By the very rituals
I made to survive
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There is a twisting
An internal shifting
A tangential listing
That comes
With a question of existing
There is a thirsting
An internal enlisting
A tangential resisting
That comes
With a question of persisting
There is a wanting
An internal insisting
A tangential manifesting
That comes
With a question of coexisting
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The knife of hypocrisy
Cuts deep
My shadow’s blood
Leaks
Painting an already ruined floor
The boat’s mooring
Has come undone
Now we drift
Upon the whims of a moon
Covered by cloud
The dehydrated man
Dares not drink
Because he knows
He cannot swim
The monkey
Rages in the cage
He created for himself
The ant
Toils with its fellows
Oblivious of the destruction
Left in the wake
Of their queen’s rage
I write
Words on a page
Knowing they will never be understood
By those
Who inspired them
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