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"Fortunate To Be... part 1.0" Dark. Barren, Of the soul That I let Them rip from me. This poet screams Words That cannot be heard...

Tired you say. Tired of me? Tired of living ? Too tired to sleep... Too tired to see, That I'm hurting on the inside By the words You continu..

Hold your hand out. I wanna give you something. Tell you something... I wanna eat sleep and breathe You... If only you'd let me. Lets just l..

In the light of this absurdity I fumble From the guilt That has latched onto my legs. Frozen in place, I'm being blamed For it all again... S..

Stream Of Concious Writing

Sitting in the darkness Of my room I wait, In the heat of this Non-linear moment I am alone And at a loss for words. All my calm destroyed ..

What I didn't understand I get it now No longer fumbling in the dark Searching for a Luminous vision in blue Words that meander in my mind Mea..

Sweet Sweet, Roll you on my tounge Devour you with kisses All night long. Sugar Cookie, Touch you with my hands Take you in my mouth Unload a..

In searching, I found nothing. From nothing I gained.

To what do I owe This visit But this heart of mine. Drag it through the dirt But please leave it beating With time. To what do I owe Th..