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Angst
when the relationship tanks
Fear
forfeiting all that you've held dear
Uncertainty
heavy fogs covering the destiny
Regret
losing out on your all-in bet
Heartache
turned out to be another flake
False-Hope
clinging on to the last bit of rope
Future
just a synonym of hope, a fancy nomenclature
Lethargic
tired, lifeless, and sick
Sadness
hand in hand with madness
Motions
forsaking the notions
Grief
caused by an emotional thief
Annoyance
unable to avoid their pre-emptive avoidance
Struggle
being stuck in an unpleasant, unbreakable bubble
Pain
unrelenting heart strain
Tomorrow
another day filled with sorrow
Today
everything is indistinct and gray
The Past
the one thing that never lasts
Hell
the place where we just fell
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untainted yet unfiltered
unrefined and unpolished
retry or repeat
replay and rethink
non-disclosure agreements maintain non-abrasive relations
non-adhesive and non-adjacent
pre-approved with pre-attained knowledge
preceding and preconceived
pre-you and pre-me
post-op after post-apocalypse
post-exposure and post-devaluation
anti-image mingled anti-ego
semi-coherent and semi-caring
over-bearing and under-delivering
sub-human in trans-consciousness
hyper-sensitive before hyper-aggressive
hyper-alert and hyper-aware
out-gunned or out-played
who cares
Why is there this
un-clear re-defining
of a
non-differential pre-ordained
post-humous anti-progressive
semi-important over-emphasized
under-developed sub-genius
trans-race hyper-complex
out-landish ever-changing
Societal "Norm"
Be-you, and let me, be-me.
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The future is clear.
I know all that I hold dear.
What is there to fear?
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Sun up to Sun down the pace of life does not slow .
Day fades to Night in this never ending fight.
One week down, a thousand to go, what if I forget to grow.
Conflicted between security and fantasy, wondering which is right.
A love starts to blossom, possibilities seem endless.
Do I play like an opossum, no, how useless.
Should I hold my happiness ransom, for what purpose.
Or do I start to blossom, embrace the limitless.
Head in the clouds, Feet on the ground.
Going to make her proud, Rise above the crowd.
Seeing through false shroud, searching, searching, I've been found.
Ascending where once bound, clearly no longer a tiny mound.
No longer do I see each day a chore,
but a chance to love and grow forever more.
No longer shall I tolerate the mundane,
but strive to create a life full of gain.
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Emotions run rampant
Connections run deep
We are sometimes absent
Yet we always keep
Watch eachother grow
Watch eachother weep
Love to see you glow
Hate to see defeat
Unavoidable we are
No matter where you go
Starting your dead car
Watching your every show
Pester you we might
Even when we're right
Staying ever tight
We'll be your light
After a dark fight
For we're your might
With blood we share
Forever we shall be
Sacred bonds are rare
This is our family
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What happens when you come to the wall.
The intimidating, insurmountable, wall of life.
Wall of life you say? there's no way.
How does a wall get the moniker "of life"?
It doesn't grow, it doesn't reproduce.
It doesn't exude any life juice.
What is the essential quality of life?
its the ability to adapt to any and all strife
its the ability to eviscerate any obstacles, a knife.
Is it becoming clearer to you the reason for the name?
It is because it see's you playing life's game.
It sees that you have become dull and tame.
It's here to reinvent an entirely new frame.
Realizing you've come to this particular wall.
Try to climb up, you'll surely fall.
You no longer feel quite so tall.
It looks like you've dropped the ball.
Ah! But that is what's so great.
It reignites that internal debate
Makes you ponder, re-evaluate
Searching for other routes, maybe a gate
Makes you adapt, change your pace
It inspires all who encounter it to come face to face
Where Anxieties and dreams come center place
Looking to see if you are winning life's race
Eventually, the answer will come to you with grace.
That this wall is encountered by all who share its space.
That it is within us and will represent its case,
for us to finally come to terms with our organic base.
Only those who have survived this wall will adore;
that there is no answer this wall is looking for.
Only that it is a creation you made from within;
to signal that it is time to begin again.
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A Wedding Toast
To a fulfilling future
To an unbounded happiness
Where the joy of life knows no end
Where one does not know of loneliness
Where adventure is always around the next bend
To an ever beneficial relationship
Where there are no secrets
Where you two define the meaning of companionship
And you hold each other as sacred
To a life of great taste
Whether that be the food Travis makes
Or going to venues that Beyonce has graced
And a never ending supply of wedding cakes
To a life of success
Where each goal is surpassed
Where you two will never regress
And to where all dreams, however small, are never suppressed
Brittany, Michael, we love you and hope you the absolute best. cheers.
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Cautiously analyzing each individual character
hoping to unlock this twisted, contorted, conundrum of my wanting Her heart a mythically, rythmically sealed apparatus
Eyes straight ahead, motive laid out, here it goes, I offer you my
soul's nectar.
Is this simple text the key i've been looking for, meticulously crafted and forged, one reworked sentence at a time. will this lead to the start of us
Send, and off it goes, i hope she understands the reason of my vector, for her.
And here it comes.
That sense of all encompassing fear. The instantaneous wave of regret. Did I rush things? Did I read her wrong? Did it come off weird?
Shit. 10 minutes, no reply.
this feeling make you want to die.How awful and cruel. but you resist, you persist. you insist to yourself, patience, show some faith in the cadence you felt between her and you.
20 minutes gone by, still no reply
maybe she's busy? A thousand hypotheticals flood your neurons in search of an impossible to know answer. irregular palpitations, sweaty palms. keep cool you tell yourself, stop with this self destructive thought cancer.
And here it comes
buzz buzz, the cell rattles on the coffee table, inadvertantly causing ripples on the surface of your whiskey neat that sits ready and able.
big breath. big swig, stomach twisting with nervous optimism.
and here it comes.
slowly you reach for your new destiny, all cleverly hidden in the form of a mundane response, so you think.
hold up, one sec, lets have one more drink.
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There once was a poet
though he didn't really know it
his words fickle but rhymed fluently
as he nickel and dimed smoothly
Too bad he blew it.
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Ancient oaks permeate this hidden heaven;
A hundred fifty miles from any known destination.
Filled with an energy sensed by all life;
One who wonders here is freed from all strife.
The mantra embedded is contentment;
For here is void of resentment.
This wonderful ancient forest;
Blissfully ignorant of common-day tourist.
Connected unabashedly with all that's present;
From the rocks to the frogs, and every last pheasant.
Consciousness in sync;
There's no need to think.
A fresh forest breeze dilutes inhibitions;
A sip of brook water restores lost ambitions.
Nature's raw beauty, no need for façade;
The original panacea, in one forest escapade.
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