Sunday, September 16, 2007

specialism receipt

and so she asked father
who created god
synthetic mint punctuated rigid walls
a gastronomic heart within the beings
that lived within
faith and hope should never share
the bed of humanity
nor use religion as contraception
there has to be independence
walking along the lines of selective indifference
when it comes to one's seeking
does one need an agent between them and salvation
does one need to prove himself before redemption
a psychological affection
an emotional attachment
a need to heed
a dependency on the agency
a crowd that would not believe
tells you to walk the other way
and you should
really
because the only thing you conform to
should be yourself.
with selective indifference of course.
and father tells her god just exists from the start.
he asks her what makes you think of this question.
she said,

it just existed from the stART too.
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Saturday, September 8, 2007

treasure.

my he art r aces
w hen i th ink
of you
are my eve ry thing
does not matter except you
make my he art come to get her
we are one
now and for ever
i will st and by you r side
my d ear s aint from above
all things i love you

have my he art.
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Monday, September 3, 2007

sorry

i have a natural tendency to let people down, i have the natural tendency to make people hurt. i have to apologize for the way i feel, i meant well. i never tell. i never ever tell. i have my hands up. my second chance at life just does strange things to my heart. don't you ever hurt yourself, don't you ever hurt your soul, do it as a favor for me, it hurts.

please. don't spite me.
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hurt, trent took the words right out of my gut.

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stain of time
The feeling disappears
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way





if i could start again, i would really really find a way. really.

jesus, cuddle me.

it never stops, it never stops. soon, once again, i'll have nothing to lose, is that all so comforting?

hush hush hush ruben, hush.
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