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avert her eyesCryptic  
            (her eyes)  
    why  
                     oh   why  
Titanic        to  
                        where  
the       last  
            po avert her eyes
first tasteHellish bi  cycles  
 
circles  through  
       (an  
              Indefinite     dance beyond  MY  
 
Eye)  
 
               Tangible?  
or is  it                      DEAD  
 
for me  I feel  
     &n first taste
Angels a stopper and loveDeranged    Deranged  
   singer                 me  
heard  
           (a tear  
  ful       l    of  
        dreams)  
                          a stopper  
full      of & Angels a stopper and love
Balloonists to be                       lets balloon our  
                                               thoughts  
     away        from  
                  Balloonists to be
chess love     Love         is                                 like a gentle            hand  
                  (that throttles   lightly  
           in your  
      &n chess love
mind to my heartHow I love your  
 
          touching mind  
 
(I   can't  
              swallow                         eye candy)  
 
for              every          thought  
 
 
        &nbs mind to my heart
the clocktwo little hands  
                          push so many  
like watching falling paint  
             splatter  
                 to uniform  
 
Tick                            Tock     the clock
exile from the chestnut tree       I hat you  
                          you hate me  
                    we sang to each other  
                    under the  
                     &nbs exile from the chestnut tree
the riverwe were       across  
               the (premonitional plane) of  
    existance  
                   Why?  
       would?          the  
    extreme-s      of the  
               &n the river
eye diceMy eyes  
            creep across the floor  
like throwing dice  
across the concrete street.  
 
They clatter along  
numerical randomness  
                 until they  
 
Stop  
      picked up  
               calculated  
and thrown again eye dice
inverted skylineingnatious                   it mumbles deeply  
the saterical Violin                                  as it plays the fiddler across  the tilted highway  
                             the abstracted bloomer  he sits  
  inverted skyline
a poem too farThe bridge across our  
                       Existence  
blunders across the arid sky  
           like a tea drop in my eye.  
 
(more like our class orchestra)  
 
It stumbles twines and breaks away  
 
 
ecstatic earth and  
                        rainy eyes.  
 
Every so often to smell t a poem too far
of crocs and locksIf we had stash of  
           of our own flower patch  
where would be  
    my sanity?  
 
like how the roses are red               and those strange violets blue  
 
where would I rest my head?  
 
after the down pour  
                    of those little locks    who’s golden casing  
 
is that of a gilded croc  
 of crocs and locks
ignorant snowsnow  
 
How the twinkled gem  
 
       to float       across  
                    his                                  EXPANSION  
 
(ignorance is bliss)  
 
             across to  
  &n ignorant snow
777the tars in disguise beckon me,  to traverse seven-pointed paradise.  the moon's wild eyes- modest creator, gives me lunacy in mind.  my blood, if shed, sheds light on my life, and transcends the prison of my veins.  my hair and teeth, collected by the defected, small brushfire of my soul, ha  a towering forest fire my smile snares, ensnaring the dove.  
my heart of hearts, raving under the diamond rain, praises thy soul   
forlorn and won lover   
777 777
dead white linespain screaming through neuroses  cells playing at machines  nerves rushing, bowing, slipping, breaking  tumbling down amidst collapse  cerebrum and cortex  volcano and vortex  erupting in agonizing atavism  aneuristic antagonizing alien  illegal and illustrated  in shades of grey matter  pours out  flows down  drips through  spattering floorboards  footing unsure  step by aching step  crossing these lines  these cold  these hollow  these blindingly  dead white lines. dead white lines
inseCUREbattle fatigues disguise  cowardice personified.  a man with a machete  simply running, never ready.  draw from the abysmal  well of empathy  gravitational toll  exhausted emotionally  recognize the effort  required to save a life  lose the insecurity  that's veiled astern your eyes  resurface with full competence  well-oiled mechanism  dare to disregard the certain  identify heroism inseCURE
Who Am ISo much feeling and so many things to say/  sometimes overwhelming.  No one else will know these lonely dreams/  not that part of me.  I will always love what I can't have/  a shadow casts upon me.  Hidden secrets, lies from past/  gauche thoughts of hope.  Living with my regrets/  sitting alone forever. Who Am I
plus negativedigging at my insides reaching just the beginning of the heartbreak losses & decades of anger. misplaces stethescopes and foreignly executed labsheets make for a shitty week. dreamt of you like a drug i can't afford to buy, searching endlessly high and low, to no avail. i bruised my heart when you smiled and knew immediately all the drugs in the world couldn't stop this.   
scratching at signposts to try and take me away from here but the furthest i ever get is two blocks away before i'm sucked back in again. radiation came three times on wednesday but treatment was never an option. stole a liquor license and had a grand ol' time bu plus negative
temporarythe sun fades as i am falling, not breaking but dialating two inches and three quarters past go. sketches made blurry by redefining edges previously unseen. everything is made in grey, saturated in blue but the only colour we see in is red.  exhaled smoke from my lungs as i opened my eyes and saw you for the very first time. my first impression of you was a low on a scale of three and declining every time hence. this is only temporary dissonance. and i have never felt so free before. patterns shape-shifting across my desk as my eyes water and blur to unfocus on the sadness of your skin. my treasured things stay broken. i have crept in yo temporary
bitterI fell apart on Saturday when you "conveniently" forgot to call, again. I twisted and shook with every fiber of my being when the trains rolled through again. Lemonade ran through my veins and the power cord was cut but it made no difference in the matter. I am pure electricity flowing through your veins, your head and your heart offering enough voltage and amperage to kill you in a single blow. I kissed the raindrops dreaming of something better than this but you never knew what I felt deep inside because you were too shallow to even consider asking. Pulling the lampshade closer as it's the only thing that provides me warmth without you here bitter
Stir FryTeflon coated simispherical tupperware.  Wasted time and tin.  Trash my daily sustenance  And give me my fill  Of fresh nutrition  Before I rinse you out  And stuff you in a cabinet. Stir Fry
speak no more.I painted sidewalks red with you. And after you’d gone I chipped, chipped, chipped, away until everything was coated in blue. Tossed the cigarette with a (quick) flick of the wrist, and spoke no more. I dreamt in lead. While waiting for the key to your heart that must have gotten lost in the mail. Fumble-fucking around and breaking fingernails trying to access the places in you I haven’t found in myself. This isn’t living- this is dying. It’s all ass-backwards. I poked my head around every corner possible. I wind up with nothing in the end.   
My heart feels heavy like a glass paperweight and I am sinking [deeper, deeper]. Soon ther speak no more.
The Deprivation of OneShun the single frozen pillow  Fight the warmed west sheets   
Wage war upon the heavy eye     To deepest carve into he  who could forsake the dream  in barter for eight hours of  rest in peace.  ---  The zero two median  Décor royal, knighted men  Would you could you see us then?   
The pocket, the liar  the palm, the briar  wisps prompt  
the flow and hill  my boulder forth  up and back to spill.   
Mills churn breeze  while waters freeze  as Fahren and Kelvin  
argue degrees  [the honest meaning of lonely] The Deprivation of One

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