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A place to put my secret complex thoughts hidden by the scramble of everyday life.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Strangulated goals put on hold
by being t0o lazy while being too bold.

I went through detox and a
metamorphasis in a very strange few months

where I learned where Easy
headbutts the triumphs

Chessboards are little survival matches
scrambing for one step ahead

We blame heroines for foresight when
they never had a one

We define them on what they've done
not what they've really become

the Blue sky and the ocean can get old as fast
as can the taste of the drip from the one that you did last.

But i don't miss you see in fact
you little dirty drug
Don't miss you at all.

the counteracting feeling
I traded for demise

insteading of listening to the silence my mind was emitting
trying to recreate the sypnapsis I was missin'

I thank myself for a sobriety much needed, much treasured,
much supported, and ultimately
appreciated by all yet, private.
From January 10th, 2010

There she sits
thinkin' 'bout October
she lends her time to
tryin' to sober &
she couldn't bare
to not have her foundation.

Dreamy gazes down
roads of past temptation

Along the road close to the sides
hug the white lines
relax, become the ride
When did the world stop living
and loving its own lies?????

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