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Coffee laced with cyanide. Cotton candy-
by AboveApathy
19 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 28 11:54 AM
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I am suspended mid-breath; my mind is far too concentrated on your fingertips,
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There comes a point
between the spaces filled by our simple exchanges,
by AboveApathy
17 lines, 4 comments,
on Oct 22 11:01 AM
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Your winter-stained eyes reveal everything my silenced heart cannot articulate
by AboveApathy
13 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 22 10:58 AM
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I don't think I'll ever fully understand why the weight in your eyes weighs on my heart
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A person like me can do nothing but wonder what I'm personally doing incorrectly.
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Flashing— Like slideshows—
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The weight of your eyes pulls me deeper into a world where nothing is hard,
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I’m being quietly lured into this trap
hole
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This is me knowing exactly what I want,
but not wanting to admit to it.
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I bite my nails. I bite nails.
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My head is running around, detaching from fallen words and stoic actions.
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fires rage in the first stage where my vision blurs,
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Thoughtsstringtogetherlikelinksonabreakingtwistedchain.
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Just make it up as you go. Forget about consequences-
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Maybe this is some form of retaliation. Maybe this is just my subconscious acting through my fingertips. Maybe I just need words when thoughts become too complex and too tiring to remain thoughts.
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My new favorite color is streetlamp yellow. the dim kind.
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Replay. Relapse. Redo. Rethink.
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The door, it slams with contradiction.
I fear it might leave me alone.
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I can't think of a good enough way to break to you these backwards feelings I get. Why do I devote just to decieve? Why do I fall just to forget?
by AboveApathy
7 lines, 7 comments,
on Dec 5 10:46 PM 2008
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Riding on a cloud of vanity, I fear I may near insanity-
by AboveApathy
19 lines, 3 comments,
on Dec 5 10:39 PM 2008
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This is my irrevocable epiphany. Flesh is meaningless.
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I've grown to detest the mirror, for its very shine is what obscures my image.
by AboveApathy
24 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 8 10:39 PM 2008
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I've suddenly come to realize what separates me from the rest of the world. This glass heart I've acquired does not beat like I know it should. It is made of beautiful porcelain fibers that can hold it all together- but fai
by AboveApathy
6 lines, 5 comments,
on Nov 5 7:48 PM 2008
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by AboveApathy
11 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 25 11:44 PM 2008
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I think I'm sitting in the same place you were sitting whatever month that was in [whatever life that was in]-- and for once, I'm not talki
by AboveApathy
6 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 25 11:43 PM 2008
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The Best Deception
by AboveApathy
17 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 14 11:06 PM 2008
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You know I've been wanting to write about you for a while. In fact, you probably knew this was going to be about you before you even began reading it. Because you know how long you've always been somewhere in my mind. And
by AboveApathy
6 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 13 9:48 PM 2008
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I'll sit here and wait for an answer in your eyes-- but it's so cloudy inside.
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But seriously. Fuck you. As much as it hurts me to say these words to someone I'm supposed to hold so dear, it's all I can conjure up to attempt to parallel my feelings into something understandable, nearly tangible. I can
by AboveApathy
10 lines, 6 comments,
on Oct 1 10:21 PM 2008
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It's just no use trying to force something out of myself. Sort of like when I sit here and stare at the screen, or at my notebook, and try to write something down to cryptically let others know how I'm feeling - because it's
by AboveApathy
8 lines, 15 comments,
on Sep 27 11:40 PM 2008
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These walls are talking...make that screaming--
Shouting "you don't belong here"...I don't belong.
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You're all so young... so unaware. You fill your heads with helium laughter and desperate humor. Have you any idea that the rest of us ar
by AboveApathy
8 lines, 3 comments,
on Sep 24 10:11 PM 2008
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You just scowl as you walk past. As if I'm not able to read you. Well here's a fucking clue: I read you like a book. Scratch that. A ho
by AboveApathy
2 lines, 2 comments,
on Sep 22 9:32 PM 2008
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& My eyes grow heavy, but instead of weighing themselves down, they weigh themselves up, like an elevator. So there I lay, eyes wide open, seeing so much, but understanding so little.
by AboveApathy
11 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 22 9:31 PM 2008
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