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Emptiness

They are the emptiness
their children will become empty and give birth to more emptiness
surround themselves with stray pets to ease the emptiness
have no sense of just so thus their brains are weightless
clothing ourselves with emptiness
it's a fashion to look uneducated, dubious, ridiculous in the most obvious way
materials to fill in what we never even knew we had, blank statements
becoming more and more faceless
our taste buds have become tasteless
raising children to be shameless
becoming zombified adults before ever being zombified children
aborting what we think we are not ready for
the emptiness, it was in us all along
but as for me, I am too strong. 

-Bryce Stoskopf

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Bleach

Bleach

I see you all have eyes
but I don't think you see anything.
I see you are all dressed in the flesh and the blood
but I don't think that you are real.
At least you don't want to be.
Your teeth don't even look real.
And they stink of bleach, wasted money and low self-esteem.
Your tan looks like a batch of over -cooked French fries smothered in orange juice and Dijon mustard. 
Your fashion sense is handicap.
Disabled from any form of intelligence or care.
I see you all have mirrors
but I don't think you look into them.
I want to break those mirrors with my bare fist
and not even bother to pull out the bits of glass or treat the cuts.
Because there is pain in that.
And pain is the one and only thing that I know of to be real anymore.


-Bryce Stoskopf

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Python

She slithers out of her dress perfectly
like a Ball Python shedding a faded coat of skin.
And her hair floats in slow motion
like astronauts dancing on the moon,
like sun burned autumn leaves letting go of their mother tree,
like a child letting go of a mickey mouse head shaped balloon.
And in her eyes I can see and hear the ocean
and now I'm sinking
now I'm drowning 
now I'm letting go
and nothing feels better than letting go.

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Trash Day

My heart was once a pile of expired leftovers.
An overflowing trash can that stands in front of a suburban home
With flies of the young and old surviving off of the putrid remains.
And she was the dump truck that came to empty the can clean.

-The next week I slept in on trash day,
And now I am right back where I started.  


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Fire

There is this fire inside of me.
Sometimes it gives me hope,
Sometimes it makes me fall in love,
And sometimes it scares the shit out of me.
Because within me is a fire that cannot be put out even with all the water in every ocean 
of every part of the world.
This fire in me has a life of its own.

-And it does not know the meaning of sleep.


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The Place

The Place


There is a place.
A place in my heart that takes me to a world that is filled with all the things that ours is not.
It is where all the beautiful women I could never have feed me grapes, sing me to sleep and kiss me goodnight.
Where the ocean smells of rain and is returned to what it once was before man dipped in its oily hands to wash off their oily faces.
Where hangovers are a contained and controlled disease and are talked upon much like the Black Plague.
Where clocks have been outlawed and are only placed in the prison cells of rapist, murderers, and child molesters.
There is this place in my heart,
And it only exists through the words of this poem.
 
-But that doesn’t stop me from going there. 


-Bryce Stoskopf

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Who You Are

Some lights never get any brighter
But that doesn’t mean they will ever stop glowing.
Sometimes the woman you love gets away 
But that doesn’t mean you have to stop loving her.
And sometimes the opinions of others gets the better of us,
But don’t let that stop you from being who you are.
Sometimes we get so exhausted from living that it feels like we’ve been running for thousands of miles;
But don’t ever stop running.
Push harder until you got nothing else left to give.
Then run some more.
Just because your life isn’t what you’d thought or hoped it to be doesn’t mean that it is not worth living. 


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Don'T Be Afraid

Don’t be afraid


I need you to listen to me carefully when I say that you shouldn’t be afraid of the world.
You shouldn’t be afraid of the world because the world isn’t afraid of you.
It simply doesn’t have to be.
And it won’t.
But what I can tell you is that everyone has a fire inside of them.
Most do not even know that it is there.
And if you feed that fire by following and listening to what’s inside of you then that small fire will grow into the size of the sun.
And there is no way of stopping somebody like that.
It’s just not possible.
And that is something that the world can be truly afraid of.  


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Streetlamps

She is the only kind of night that I am not afraid to walk alone in.
Her eyes are street lamps;
Ones that draw out a lit path with a white charcoal pencil on a black piece of paper.
Each one of her fingers are the streets,
Spreading out like the webbing of a bats wing using the moon light as her nail polish.
She is the only kind of night that is too bright and too warm for ancient vampires to roam in.
No longer must I guard my heart with stakes and hammers.
I shall let her take me.

And say my goodbye to the sunrise. 


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Wasteland

I would sacrifice to be a wasteland in order for your garden to grow.
And then you wouldn’t have to bury your tracks in the snow.
Let this revelation begin with a kiss
-and we will levitate with held hands.

Like a slow melting sunset cradling a crescent moon.
-Like a ghost appearing in a Rave.  


-Bryce Stoskopf