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No Shelter from this Storm

03 Monday Oct 2016

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​This storm in my mind
The constant flickering
  of broken memories
The battle between
The parts of me
  that want to save
  to protect
And the parts of me
  that want to destroy
  to hurt
This chaos inside of me
It’s taking its toll
Breaking me
Once slowly
But gaining speed
There is no shelter
From this storm

Open Eyes, Closed

01 Saturday Oct 2016

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​Are my eyes opening
Or are they closing
Am I waking up
Or slipping
    into a nightmare
Both feel real
Both feel fake
I can’t tell anymore
This reality
This nightmare
They both
    taste the same

Wake me up
Let me dream
Fix me
Break me
Tell me I’m ok
Scream at me
    that I’m insane

Let me breathe
Suffocate me
Some how I think
I won’t notice
Any difference
    in between

If my eyes are open
When will they close
And if they’re closed
Will they ever
    open up again 

Perspectives

27 Sunday Mar 2016

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Perspective is such
    a funny thing
She thought I ran
Never looking back
I thought she pushed
Needing me gone

Maybe
We were both wrong
And neither knew

Maybe
The earth just split
And ripped is apart

Maybe
Life just happened
And hurled us away

Maybe
It doesn’t matter
The results are the same

All I know
Is that here I stand
Cold and alone
At oceans edge
Looking for messages
In bottles that never come

Laid Bare

19 Friday Feb 2016

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Life
For some
It is a battle
One
That cannot
Be won
It is a war
Waged within
Fighting
Personal demons
That sometimes
Win

This week, a friend of mine that I have known for nearly 35 years, who is like family to me, lost his son. His heart is laid bare and shattered into a million pieces that will never be able to be picked up.

And all I can do is stand there. Cry with him. Remember with him. Listen to him. And sit quietly with him.

Don’t Think

09 Tuesday Feb 2016

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Don’t think
For one moment
That you aren’t buried
Far too deep
Within my heart

That a day
(Hour… Minute… Second)
Goes by
That I don’t think
About you

Don’t think
That I don’t whisper
Your name
Before I sleep
And in my dreams

That your name
Doesn’t slip past
My wicked lips
My hungry tongue
Or broken heart

Don’t think
That I don’t ache
To make you mine
Heart, body
And soul

That I don’t crave
To bend your flesh
Make you scream
Thrash and moan
As I fuck you numb