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Welcome to the Fade

04 Sunday Aug 2019

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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

What Happens

28 Sunday Jul 2019

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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

I Have No Idea How

09 Saturday Dec 2017

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heartache, Loss, Love, melancholy, romantic

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

Tattered Journal

07 Thursday Dec 2017

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Anger, memories, Sorrow

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

How Much of Me

26 Sunday Feb 2017

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Loss, Love, Poetry

All this talk of borders
And here I am
Desperately trying to figure out
Where your heart ends
And mine begins

How much of me
Is left in you
How much of you
Is lost in me
Once you went away

Untitled Goodbye

29 Tuesday Nov 2016

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Death

Winter comes
And midnight falls
We weren’t ready
But it seems
The seasons
Have changed
This cycle
Has somehow ended
So close your eyes
Sweet mother
And rest in peace

Survive Me

16 Wednesday Nov 2016

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Loss, Love, Poetry

​You’re stronger than you think
And I know you’ll survive
Even the things
You think that you can’t

But I have to pull away
Because the one thing
That you cannot survive
Is me because of who I am

It isn’t that I doubt your love
Or that there’s any question
About the intensity of mine
Love was never our wall

We were each other’s poison
As much as we ever were the cure
But the scales were never balanced
Always hurting more than healing

Don’t forgive me
Even though you’ll say
There’s nothing to be forgiven
No… don’t forgive me
Survive me

Just An Excerpt

22 Saturday Oct 2016

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Poetry

​This…
What the fuck is any of this?
An exerpt from a larger book
We’re but a chapter
Maybe two
We never read the beginning
We’ll never know the ending
Are the final pages even written
Does it get put down
Forgotten in a cluttered den
The point of the story
Never really known

Pendulum

18 Tuesday Oct 2016

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Poetry

All these words
I don’t know
If they are the things
I feel
Or the things I think
I should feel

The pendulum sways

One day I’m convinced
I feel these things
So deeply that
Every ounce of my soul
Shattered completely
Feeling too much

Another day
Is like looking through
A hundred feet of glass
I can see the things
I should be feeling
But all that’s there
I a mirage
Cold and distant
Instead of feeling
What I should

I read the things
I’ve written
Then drift away
Into my memories
And I’m either
Torn and broken
Crushed by my emotions
Or I’m distant
And detached
Empty with apathy

If all just depends
On which way
The pendulum sways

Starless

16 Sunday Oct 2016

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darkness, Poetry

​Black skies
A midnight
With no stars
Maybe
If I opened my eyes
I might be able
To find a glimmer
Of light that once was

But not now
Not tonight
I need the darkness
I need the cold
Of this starless
Bitter midnight sky

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