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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required . . . I don’t feel like doing anything. . . And yet here I am, writing again. . . Punctured thoughts gushing redness of frustration and disgust, Black rivers flowing and intoxicating the remaining blemished white of reality, Stuck in this brain, Wracking desperately for order and purpose, I want to be perfect, And yet the concept of perfection in certain viewpoints is downright sickening, Puking out flaws. . . Diseased in the mind. . . Stretching out in exhaustion. . . Not wanting to feel the numbness of nothingness, And yet not wanting to face the day. . . I am angry at my life. . . Scared of what’s coming—of what’s not coming, I damn my aching mentality into the dark depths of arbitrary emotion. . . No one gives a sh*t. . . So who cares if it overflows? Asphyxiating my very existence, Hope springing to mind for s p l i t moments, Then fleeing like a damned jackrabbit in heat, Wanting its companion, Playing hard to get—becoming hard to get, I hate. . . I love. . . All in one. The emptiness is almost welcoming, But the sun refuses to shine there in that strange pleasure. . . I feel the earth below me as splintered pictures wisp around me, The days I’ll never miss, The days I have come to wish were my present, And those days that will never leave me the hell alone. . . I think we all feel it, Justin different ways. . . The rubber bands on her braces snapping. . . Saliva squirting out and splashing me in the face. . . Is there a reason my stomach wants to melt and fold over? Webs keeping them intact, So intricate—yet delicate Her eyes popping out of her head, Violence surging in her like a mad dog, Drooling and snapping its folded-skinned jaw, Tightened buds blooming blasphemy, Forces, vile forces spurting out in cuss words. . . Like it’s just a regular day. . . I’m staring at them all. . . I am crowded and so sacredly alone here. . . I sense madness, But that’s just another defense mechanism I have formulated in the imagination, If I am mad, WE ALL ARE. . . I was never there to begin with. . .
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