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Uros Smudja Poem
I grab my pen
Black and used up
The glass cracked and fragile
Covered by the cap
Cheap and lost
Then given to me
I could do better
But that's not what I need
This pen is mine
Broken, yet precious
It writes sharp lines
That somehow form words
And that to me is insane
How something so ruined
Can still do so much
How a pen that's falling apart
Can still create art
Why can't I?
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Right now I feel like
Light pollution is just a bad excuse
For not being able to see stars
In somebody else's eyes
And I don't get the point
Of kissing in moonlight
If I wanted to see nothing and feel you close
I'd close my eyes
And I hope I choke
On my breath and spit
Because that's better than choking
On memories of you and me
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do you want some fun
in a parked out car
or a video chat one on one
maybe a song
maybe several
maybe a kiss
life should be gentle
but its often not
it often gets hot
and your shoes start to melt
into the tarmac
when that happens
don't tread on your tippy-toes
just call my number
and ill carry you home
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I'm not worth sticking through the annoying parts
Since all that comes after is denial
And laughter at the fact that
Life in itself is a disaster
And now I'm thinking
I should've went to sleep
Forty or so minutes ago
Because I'm pretty sure
I ruined your night
But at least you're going to sleep
And not saying goodbye
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When I was twelve
And summer break had just started
I wanted a hamster
My parents promised
I never got it
They said I asked about it
Way too much
And for some reason
It left more than surface cuts
Now I'm fourteen
Summer break is underway
I'm sitting in my room
And I wish a hamster was what I'm crying about
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I wipe off spilled coffee from my arm on my sheets
As I wish I wasn't home
Or at least not alone
Because as much as I love the dark and flatsound
Right now I just want to hold someone close
Earlier I went on a walk
And looked for stairs to sit on
Looked at people passing by
And wished for nighttime
Because let's be honest
Blackness with stars
Is so much more beautiful
Than blue skies and clouds
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I'm sitting by the fridge and my shirt is soaked in tears my back is cold and my cheeks are red and I'm choking back a "please come help" because i know no one really cares because when you're a screw up life is fair and karma moves away your chair and pain is temporary but so is a century and crying just gets divided into decades of war and love-torn memories of a childhood home retold to someone who you don't even know and "sorry" grows old like bread turns to mold until you get poisoned.
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We would talk all night
During the summer and winter
And we'd ignore our eyes begging
And our hands burning
And our cheeks shined
And our foreheads were grease beaches
And our skin was sand for the oceans of hair
And we never washed our faces
And we wrote crappy letters
Saying things we both knew
And we'd make each other cry
And we'd make each other laugh
And then
It was over.
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It's hard to be minimalistic
When everything seems worth keeping
And I can't keep my mind clean
When everything seems worth keeping
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When I was little
And I'd sit on a chair
The metal bars
Would poke my back
I didn't want to put a pillow there
Despite everyone telling me to do so
Because I didn't see how it would help
Now I always put a pillow on that chair
And it does help.
It does hurt less.
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