15 Sunday Sep 2019
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Of all the things
That break us
I think maybe the worst
Are the almost’s
Those words
You almost spoke
Her heart
That almost fell
Your heart
You almost gave
That love
That almost was
The life
You almost had
How many almost’s
Can we endure
How many almost’s
Before we break
Beyond repair
How many nights
Must we wonder
What almost
Might have been
14 Saturday Sep 2019
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It isn’t that
I want to die
It isn’t that
I want to live
And I guess that
Is the issue
It’s simply that
I exist
It’s simply that
I survive
This day passes
Into the next
I don’t know that
I feel too much
I don’t know that
I feel too little
I float along here
In some kind of limbo
14 Wednesday Aug 2019
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I thought taking a break would help. I used to feel the urge to write again when I walked away before. Now I can’t even find a spark.
Who am I again? No one important. No one deserving over 20k followers, that’s for sure. I’ve been asked that before. I was no one then. I’m no one now. I don’t mean that in a “ooh, I’m emo sad” way, rather an existential “the universe is too big, too loud, and it’s emptied me out” kind of way.
I’m just some asshole wearing masks that sometimes needed to spill things out. I’ve spilled what I can I think.
I still have a week (I think) before the deactivation of final.
For tonight at least, I’ll let the empty win.
07 Wednesday Aug 2019
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I’m not sure
Which is stronger
The tidal pull of her
An unending ache
Or darkness’s gravity
Dragging me
Into my own abyss
And too many nights
I lay awake wondering
If they aren’t the same
04 Sunday Aug 2019
I’m not ok, but I’m ok. This seems to be at odds, but a bit like superposition, both are true.
The fact is I’ll never be ok. This emptiness inside, these nightmares that follow me into the awake, this rage that I hide, but is always there… I’m not ok, and I hate the question. There is no real answer. Any answer it’s a lie or partial one.
But it’s ok. Really it is. That emptiness; it’s always been there, it always will. Those nightmares; sometimes the monster is after me, sometimes I’m the monster – either way, they’re all I know. And that rage; without it, I would have let go, so very long ago.
Don’t ask me, don’t make me lie. But know, even if I lie, I’m telling the truth. I’m not ok, but that’s the only ok I’ve ever known. So believe me when I say, I’m ok.
04 Sunday Aug 2019
Posted in Poetry
Goodbye’s whispered
in hushed voices
Eyes averted
From fear or sorrow
I’m just not sure
Maybe it doesn’t matter
Maybe it never did
All I know is
The empty grows
Every fucking day
Welcome
to the fade
28 Sunday Jul 2019
I used to say
My memories
Were like razor blades
Inside my veins
They hurt
To rip them out
But they hurt more
To leave them in
But what happens
When the words
To pull them out
No longer heal
What happens
When every mask
Becomes too heavy
To even wear
These things inside
They often hurt
The boxes I keep them in
Are too many to count
So tell me
Someone please
What happens
When I’ve nothing left
09 Saturday Dec 2017
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
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Those years ago
I have no idea
How I opened up
And let her in
No idea how
I let her hurt me
the way she did
But those holes
In my walls
In my armor
I found them
And sealed them closed
I won’t hurt again
Not like that anyway
Epilogue
The trick is on her though
I kept a piece of her
Trapped inside of me
No matter how far she goes
I’ll have a fragment
Of a love that…
that shouldn’t have been
but was
maybe
only for a moment
maybe
lasting a lifetime
and into the next
07 Thursday Dec 2017
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
I wrote those
darkest memories
In that tattered old journal
Ink slipped the stories
That only got told
In blood and nightmares
I let slip
The deepest of demons
And when
the words were done
I took that
tattered old journal
And set it to flames
Those darkest of memories
now ash and cinder
Still burning inside
But for a moment at least
a little cooler
And the nightmares
a little dimmer
26 Sunday Feb 2017
Posted in Poetry
