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Hindsight
It's definitely enough to kill a soul
      That amount of self-control
              Spinning that close to the cliff side face
      Balancing, trying, but the movements lack grace
 If I stand here and look across
       The miles of mountains and continents I've crossed
                It's the same path, those two environments
       suicide is the same exact walk towards enlightenment
   One journey ended with a staggering degree
       While the other held tight to a reality
         Those who are wise have pained the most
         And those who have loved are stronger than those
         And those who have cried
         And questioned
         And died
     
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Life Gets Better
      They told me that life got better
     I navigated through the weather.
    Let the hope, the passion, the god instill
   what I believed was a journey uphill
      Uphill hike became a crater
     while tension in my chest grew greater
    And when that land began to slide
     it birthed a riff that grew in time
      Although they told me life got better
       my eyes continued to get wetter
 I know of plants which can't recover
      all that water, flooding summers.
    And so it seems that simple claim
           "Life gets better every day"
      I know a truth you haven't seen,
   it manifests in us who swim upstream
  For those who live their life on land
drowning is a truth they can't comprehend
     So their words, through your
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My Enemy
Sleep you fucking fickle friend
 darkened thoughts without an end
   adrenaline while my body lays still
 death and starvation behind thoughts that kill.
     If I could grasp it or choke it from breath
        if I could mask it or pill myself to death
Besides, what's the gain if I can't even sleep?
 If my dreams are so bad I crack my teeth?
   They're cousins.  Sleep and death both lay still
 It makes sense, I guess, the ending eternal.
She doesn't die once, she dies every night
  in my head, behind my eyes, if I'm high or right.
   My brain makes me kill her every instant I dream,
 I've seen her end a thousand times without me.
       She's still alone,
             I'm still awake.
       Sleep, you are an enemy I can no longer partake.
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The Demon and the Fledgling (Ch 3)
They loaded their revolvers, and snuck out of the temple.  It wasn’t hard to do, especially since it had stopped raining.  If one headed south about twenty minutes, they hit the Old Trading Road. It hadn't been used in decades, not since Loxen had been destroyed.
They walked for an hour, Nate babbling the whole way.  “Too much superstition kills a place, ya know? People don't go to Loxen anymore.”
Lindsay stepped over a fallen log, boots squelching in the mud.  “I don't know, I think it attracts a certain kind of person.”  The road was endlessly obstructed, matching the unmaintained forest.
“Like who?” Nate asked. “No one talks about it in a good way. I bet the only people who go are squatters.”
“We're going to Loxen.”
“Well yeah. We're chasing someone.”
“Something,” Lindsay corrected.
“Okay. Something. We are chasing something. Our journey doesn't count. We're not g
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The Demon and the Fledgling (Ch 2)
The mess hall was a strangely comfortable place.  The familiarity, the loudness and the normalcy didn’t create attention.  After all, it was the clandestine meetings that drew the eavesdroppers.
“You got my room dirty.”
“See these boots?”  Nate lifted one leg up from his chair.  The tops of his rawhide boots were just as filthy as the soles.  “I got roped into running errands this morning.  Errands.  Like some stupid Gunslinger-In-Training.  I’m not a GIT anymore.”  Nate sighed and slid his plate closer to him, only to push the potato around with his fork.  “I’ve been running from hell to breakfast, to the bishops, the monks, the High Priestess, the squadrons.  It’s raining outside and the creek is overflowing again.  We need to get better drainage.  Joline didn’t care, she said I was expected to swim through that if I had to.  Say it like that a
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The Demon and the Fledgling (Ch 1)
Nate’s boots needed cleaning.  The bits of dirt that trailed through the bedroom, down the hallway and out the door were pretty irresponsible for a guy who was raised in the church.  “The demon is back.”
Lindsay turned around in his chair, body awkwardly twisting so he could see over his shoulder.  “I’ve got company.”
Nate crossed his arms.  Maybe one day it would be intimidating, but he still hadn’t mastered the art of body language.  He’d always been skinny, and as long as his guns were holstered, Lindsay found it difficult to be intimidated by someone so scrawny.
“I’ll meet you in the mess hall,” said Nate.
“I’m with a client,” Lindsay repeated.
Nate shrugged.  “You want to hear this.”
“Okay, buddy.”  Lindsay dropped his gaze and turned in his chair so he was facing his client again.  She was a young woman, dark hair falling in curls to
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Guns in the Rain
I hope it fucking rains.
 The sky is caged to gravity
and darkness comes to stay.
I hope the ants must run from death,
  I hope the arctic stays
   Ice caps melt
  and skies rebel
         I hope it fucking rains.
I hope your gun misfires.
      bullet stays chambered
            explosion expired
 I hope your finger catches smoke
    I hope your veins begin to choke
and oxygen infects your yolk
    I hope your killing misfires.
I wish my decisions were made.
   If I'd hurt them or not, if I'd laugh
                          while they're splayed
heading back and forth along this stretch of road
         I'd stretch beneath them to save their souls
             I'd skin them alive to prevent black mold
       
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The Weight of Mistakes
    I heard our world is fading out
    Although I wonder if our permanent doubt
    can hold us steady
         through wind and rain
         and rocky oceans and desolate terrain
   Life is a journey I wouldn't revisit
    If my birth was my option, I wouldn't exist.
     I was born on a mountain, miles high,
      eons away from the cold starlight
severed from my creator's delight
   expected to walk down the path of life.
     They said love is what makes the world go round
     love is also the weight on my brow
     My shoulders are strong from taking this weight
           but I'd lay down my life for a day
            and relinquish strength
             and pass on fate
       
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Godflaw
I know why the world is damaged,
bombs and electrons and poisons rampage.
Longing for length between catastrophes
Prayer is proportional to events unseen.
I know why the world isn't right
because I have pained my way through the night
and I have been addicted to god
then cursed among His abandoned laws.
There is no evil, only gravity
it's physics that guides the world unseen.
We think that meaning holds a cure
to our genetic loneliness; as icebergs have learned.
Melt, then arise, then build a reason
to guide our eyes to the event horizon
I know why my hope is gone
and I know whom to credit these songs
and I know where our theories went wrong
and why the pews erupt in applause.
The reason why the world is flawed
is the same reason we first invented a god
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The Much Needed Cure
I want to stop using cocaine.
  The uppers persist day after day
    It takes some time to dry it out
   It take persistence to revisit the ground
I know that I've messed up before
   through weed and pills and aching abhor
      I think I'd like to be alone
    as I drift into the vast unknown
      as I walk beside the languid thought
         that sober I'm unstable,
            high I'm not.
 These are the lies I try to endure
if my mind the symptom, then I am the cure.
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Silent Minds
What I would give for a silent mind.
A golden thought to pass the time
Instead I have a self set bounty
as I toss and turn about me
Sleep sublets to death.
These harbored memories detest
and every negative act of desperation
is like a ghost upon depression
I know not which way the current flows
but when the sky goes dark
and temperatures drop below
I have too much
too many
thoughts inside
Like a wave crashing against the tide
Leaving swirling debris for some scavenger to find
and nibble on fragments to pass the time
The way it goes before I sleep;
These images and memories and self-talk beneath
It's the last thing I think before I depart
and the first thing I remember after the dark.
There is silence in the smallest of breaths
the space between words and sentences.
One day when I no longer hate myself
and can sleep through the night without needing help
I don't think I'll ever be healthy
Not with a defective mind like this.
But I will try
God I'll keep trying
to sleep through the night
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I Will Teach You How
There's a man in my apartment block
 I can tell he's divorced by the way he talks
  That bittersweet sneer and sarcastic glare
   See, I have taught him how.
    There's a girl who lives
   with an addiction to pills
  the needles she slides up her arm through the chills.
  She glances away when I pass her face
    Cause it was me who showed her how.
    There's a dog who can't be let off leash.
   He's a frenzied one when he hits the street.
  Bitten two men and a kid
 these multiple sins
     I taught his owners how.
   I taught the slime to drip
  I rendered death in kids
 There's power in knowledge
and power in disquiet
and one day
    I will teach you how
      It's all I know
     and like a poison, like a bullet
    I'm dormant when inactive
    but dangerous when alive.
   Bleed me out
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On My Mind
It's a conscious thought, though you've got to
  hide it
Reaction mixed with fear
   and silence
Those who speak not scream the loudest
    But I've sailed this sea before.
I'm trying to keep my head up
  tryin
mouthfuls of salty water
   crying
The volcano cooled and cracked
    science
Repeat you cycles, repeat.
I'm searching for a god
  intention
Creator, pantheon, aliens
   fending
and praying through the entropic
    ending
Too late,
 Her death is in my mind again.
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Sick of It
    You think of it
   and you think of it
  till you're
 mother fucking
sick of it
And it’s sick of you
but you’d stick to it
 Thoughts can backflow, septicemia transmit.
   It haunts you
  and it haunts you
 till your
Daddy comes to fondle you
and he’s haunting you
cause what’s haunting him
 is a generational, inflicted sin.
  It’s thriving
 and it’s thriving
till it grows death’s wings for terrorizing
It creeps over you
But you’re under him
 The weight of sickness is the mass of him.
  You’re damaged
 ever damaged
till you crash your car, destruction managed.
And destruction rides
what destruction decides
 You’re a bad decision, accidentally survived
  You’re trying
 yes you’re trying
till you bleed your guts out sympathizing
But what ails you
ails what it brews
The mass of truth is sickness too.
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Agent Vermont's Backstory.
Oro ‘Varamee: This is how it all began…. Hunter was born in a place called Palaikos borderlands, his family was poor, so at the age of 15. He started to steal items. He and his friends had some cool team. He had 4 friends on there team, at that time Orion was on there team, Orion was considered the tough one* He choked an elite once but he  failed. Hunter was considered the German Shepard of the team. He had tactical spec ops gear. The team heard theirs was gonna be a battle at some fancy house that got broken. They like to grab leftover weapons and sell them to the unsc or keep them. But one day… Hunter takes cover at a big air vent on a roof* He pulls out a Kriss Vector* He aims it at an elite then he shoots the elite* He had a silencer on so nothing can here him shoot. He checks the body, elite: Hey! What's going on up there? Any news? We heard something fell! Hunter: OH sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t. The elites come up the place and see the elite dead* Elite leader: Fi
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Not All Seeds Become Flowers
My lover and I grew our world from a seed,
And we ruled side by side, king and queen.
But when we tried to grow more in my own secret garden,
We learned that some gardens stay barren.
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The Sighting
Wind buffeted the small sedan as it swirled up the winding bypass, the silver beams of its headlights the only illumination in the deep September night. Camilyn leaned her head against the passenger window, staring blankly into the scant ribbon of evergreen her naked eyes could penetrate.  Beside her, her husband stirred briefly from his taut grip on the steering wheel to run a hand over her hunched shoulders.  “We didn’t have to come, you know,” he told her.
She looked back at him questioningly.  Sometimes Neal said things just to so-called comfort her that didn’t ring true to his earlier expressed views.  She decided to let it slip, glancing back with a nod and a half smile before returning to her detached perusal of the forest.  Something felt wrong about tonight and this travel route in particular, although she couldn’t put her finger on why.
“Honey,” she began, just as a stiff gust rocked them and forced Neal to dr
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2 Hrs In the Life of a Superhero
The clock on the bedside table reads 8:31 AM when the tousle-haired brunette woman in a strawberry-print nightie sleepily sits up, rubs her eyes, and rises to face the day.  A plastic toy squeaks underfoot and she winces and hobbles to the dresser. She pulls the top drawer, but instead of sliding out, it only moves a little to the side. She pushes it back centered, places her left hand along the dresser edge, and grabs the knob again with her right. The sleeve of her gown falls back to her elbow, revealing rows of horizontal pink scars along her forearm. "Stupid dresser. Got to get it fixed someday," she mutters, then frowns in concentration and gives it a sharp, clean jerk straight back, and it slides open.
  
Picking a pair of buff panties with "No More Pantylines" tag still attached, she reaches with her left hand to remove the tags, and some paper slides into the drawer.  She picks it up, a checkstub from Cedra Laboratories, $1
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Another hot day
Stirring from within, he felt the calloused arm sizzle further in the rays that crisped up the ground besides him. It was as if among the roars of the passing wind, and the distant, indistinguishable screeches and screams the ground too was blistering, was churning up and disintegrating, calling out for someone to shade it.
“Not today you don’t…” the man replied through gasping breaths, replying to the sand that shifted with the wind, letting fresher layers unearth. He chuckled at the irony and looked around for any sort of shade. The trench he was huddled in was of no use in the matter – or at least at that specific time. The sun was right on top, over head, setting its fiery gaze upon the scene. It was a witness to what was to happen and it was also a beacon to allow the events to occur.
However the man was in no mood to appreciate the sun’s intentions or even to judge them. If he were to judge them, he would deem the sun a cruel creation of God, b
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SPAR samurai post-apocalypse rescue
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            Betani drew reign as the lights went out in the house they were approaching. The four riders with her pulled up in a line, waiting for direction. She held up a hand, holding them to silence, and they waited in the dusk beside the overgrown street, making small creaks as they shifted in their stiff leather armor. Trav's newhorse pawed the withered grass, searching for moisture, but he gave a soft click and patted its neck and it stilled. Cutlass played with the honor-snap on his scabbard, while Rowan spotted an owl in a nearby leaf-bare tree, golden eyes swiveling to appraise their threat. Only Seth sat absolutely still, his eyes fixed on the house like their leader.
            In a few minutes, a smaller light appeared on the right corner of the house. A bedroom, then. Quietly dismounting, Betani led her horse to a trio of junipers just past the owl tree, wrapped its reins loosely
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When they say something's wrong with you
I’m going to be shamelessly honest
and say the more I see of life
the less I think it’s worth living,
because let’s face it,
it doesn’t truly get better
it just changes;
suffering and loss
are hurdles on a never-ending
obstacle course
that you’re expected to run
for the rest of your life.
And God help you
if you don’t want to run it
because that means something's wrong with you.
That means you’re crazy.
I’m going to be fearless
and say something that no one wants
to hear, or is likely to believe:
the “right to life” is a myth,
because to have a right
is to have a choice
and life is an obligation.
To want to end it
means you need “help”—
either in the form of a crucified savior
or an expert with a Ph.D. and an eagerness
to label you.
All it really means is that you
don’t want to run that damn obstacle course,
and you shouldn’t have to
because you were never given a choice
from the beginning,
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The Sand and The Stars and The Sea and You
You are all that's left in the world,
The entirety of the good in me
Lost without your mind, I escape to insanity
Lost without your touch, my nerves burn out and dry
I cannot move but twitch,
And I cannot wish but die
I watch the clock by day,
I hear her tick by night
I dream of you and sleep away the rest behind my eyes
You left me beneath ashes and under ten tons of sea
Lost beyond the stars I sink
I cannot breathe but deep.
You laugh beyond the stars,
At the edge of galaxy
Left the sun and system behind
You left the earth and me
I touch the seabed in the dark, my lungs filled full with Ocean
She sighs and stretches into my veins
'Till all my cells have bursted.
Devastated in a way
I still don't understand
I gently trace these cracked lips
With violent trembling hands
I sit and think back to a time
Ten light years away
A time where Ocean met Quasar
On the sand at the dawn of day.
You were all that was good in the world,
You were all that was good in me
How can something so very good
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Faith
The Bridgekeeper sat and waited, his feet pulled up under him, a blanket draped over his knees to help ward off the chilly mountain air. Across his lap lay a long knobbly staff, upon which he rested his wrinkled knuckles, the palms of his hands turned up as if in supplication. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady, and his aged heart beat almost coyly in his chest, his pulse inconceivably slow.
The pose was one he’d adopted for decades, identical to that of his predecessor, and each that had come before. The groove he nestled into, the concave bowl of smooth rock, was testament to the diligent service of his kind, the scraping robes of countless Bridgekeepers shaping the mountain itself as they manned their post, their long-kept seat a pinnacle perched beside a gaping chasm.
From where he sat his view spanned the great forest spread out below, the rolling woodland laid out like a thick carpet of rich green and dusky brown, interspersed sporadically by lakes, meadows, and out
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In the Event of Growing Up
In the event that I should undergo the tedious process of “growing up,” I want you to do a few things for me:
Hold a vigil for my child self under a canopy of vibrant leaves. Make sure my teddy bears, delimbed dolls, and prissy pillow cases are in attendance. Perform of eulogy lamenting how I was “that kind of child” with “these kinds of habits.” Build up a skewed image of my round cheeks and shy demeanor. The way I laughed and played with a careless abandon that the most adult-like adults secretly envy.
Forget the monster I sometimes was when I didn’t get my way, the crocodile tears that streamed down my cheeks in foul tempers. The violence of a quivering lip, balled fist, and flailing limbs. The pink and reds that overtook my face that reminded you of ripe tomatoes.
Burn a candle for each of the years that I managed to evade the looming specter of adulthood. Each candle should have a unique name. Candle one should be Drool. Two should be Babb
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In Another World, You're the Victim
I braided flowers into ropes
So that your noose would keep you company.
I figured that flowers would do the trick.
You said daisies were your favorite,
So I chose daisies
To keep your hands from shaking so bad.
I painted daisies
On your grave
To send you peace of mind, for once.
I figured
That after hurting you the way I did,
The way I didn’t mean to do at first,
That I could at least let you off easy.
So I picked daisies
In the field
Just for you.
And in another world,
You’re the victim.
I’m the one who put the bullets
In your gun
And coaxed you to pull the trigger
On yourself.
I doused your heart in gasoline
And let your fingers light the match.
I printed the flutter of my eyelashes,
The way my hair curls against my cheek,
The subtle purr of my voice
Into your head and then
Made it impossible to forget.
I figured
That after what you did to me,
What you didn’t mean to do at first,
That in another world, you
Could at least be the victim.
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What If? (Levi XReader- One Shot!)
“What if I told you that a Captain and a Cadet can't be together?”

“I’d say you’re probably right. I wouldn’t want to be with an obnoxious brat like you, anyways.”
“You’re such a pain in my ass…” 
Two pairs of eyes met, locked in a gaze, a pair of steel gray ones flashing with amusement.
“Didn’t I tell you to clean the stables?” Delight danced in his eyes, although his face remained unreadable.
“I don’t take you seriously much anymore, Captain.”
“I think you’ll come to find out that’s a dangerous mistake on your part.”
A wicked smile formed on her lips.
“How so? Seems to me I’ve got the reigns.”
He cupped her face with both hands, those icy, steel gray eyes gazing into hers.
“You might want to stop saying that if I were you, (l/n). You might regret it.
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They Corrupt Them chapter 6
Dib enjoyed holding Zim in his arms; he had never felt this close to anyone or did with anyone what he had done with Zim earlier, honestly he had to admit to himself that he liked Zim as more than a friend, more as a boyfriend. A few hours later his sleep was interrupted when his phone went off and he grabbed it, checking to see who was contacting him and then answered it. "Rift?" He asked, looking at the time which was now eight. "I'm on Earth now." Rift said. "I'm heading in your direction." The Irken said before hanging up. The noise coming from the human caused Zim's antennae twitch, waking the sleeping Irken he looks at Dib curiously his wide magenta eyes watching him in mild adoration unaware he is letting it show.
Dib sat up and motioned for Zim to follow him as he got up and exited the room, the sound of a ship landing in the front yard could be heard. Zim's antennae wiggle in excitement and nervousness not having seen another Irken in the flesh for years; he walks slightly beh
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Told you I’d get through these chapters…just at my own pace! (ie: very sloooowwwly) I really like where this is going. There’s new disc...


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I love writing stories.  I'm not good at finishing them.  :D  Aren't we all?  Anyways, the one I'm working on now has a finished first draft, so that's further than I usually get.  I'm really determined to stick this one out and see it through to the end.  Any else have any tricks for keeping your concentration and actually finishing something?  
It's definitely enough to kill a soul
      That amount of self-control
              Spinning that close to the cliff side face
      Balancing, trying, but the movements lack grace

 If I stand here and look across
       The miles of mountains and continents I've crossed
                It's the same path, those two environments
       suicide is the same exact walk towards enlightenment

   One journey ended with a staggering degree
       While the other held tight to a reality
         Those who are wise have pained the most
         And those who have loved are stronger than those
         And those who have cried
         And questioned
         And died
       It's those of us who shine inside

   Our skin is dried
           And our eyes attract flies
                   Because when you're the only person in the wild
            The insects will drink through your smile.

    The things that feed on your body's pain
           Are the things that make you inhumane.
             The things that dry your soul to flakes,
                Now - That's the battle that determines the fate
               Of suicide vs enlightened minds.
             Say how fast one can reach the other side

    It's a journey incomplete
       Though it feels like a never ending peak
    This mountain will come to a head,
    This landscape will end
    And after the dust of earthquakes settle
    After the earth has purged her metal
    After the sky had shaded the sun
    After the path is worn, footsteps to none
        There's a journey that has been breached
          Some altered truth become beseeched
       It's after the path has been fully crossed
        Do we discover if we know truth at all.
Hindsight
Just got some tough stuff on my mind.  Blehhh, need to dump it all somewhere.
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      They told me that life got better
     I navigated through the weather.
    Let the hope, the passion, the god instill
   what I believed was a journey uphill

      Uphill hike became a crater
     while tension in my chest grew greater
    And when that land began to slide
     it birthed a riff that grew in time
      Although they told me life got better
       my eyes continued to get wetter

 I know of plants which can't recover
      all that water, flooding summers.
    And so it seems that simple claim
           "Life gets better every day"
      I know a truth you haven't seen,
   it manifests in us who swim upstream
  For those who live their life on land
drowning is a truth they can't comprehend

     So their words, through your gentle pain
       Intended to ease the incomparable claim -
        You take your eyes and you look at me
              as you wander animosity
      They speak their truth, but I speak mine:
   That each of us, by living, are defining mankind.
Life Gets Better
I remember being a teen, and lots of my favorite music artists would be on stage and give inspiring speeches about how "Life gets better".  
I understand everyone's story is different, but holy hell - my life did not get better.  I have been through terrible things these past four years.  I'm really frustrated with life, and I'm angry at those people who told fifteen year old me that "Life gets better".  Sometimes it doesn't.  I know there are more of us who are frustrated.  It isn't only me.

I need escape.  
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Sleep you fucking fickle friend
 darkened thoughts without an end
   adrenaline while my body lays still
 death and starvation behind thoughts that kill.

     If I could grasp it or choke it from breath
        if I could mask it or pill myself to death

Besides, what's the gain if I can't even sleep?
 If my dreams are so bad I crack my teeth?
   They're cousins.  Sleep and death both lay still
 It makes sense, I guess, the ending eternal.

She doesn't die once, she dies every night
  in my head, behind my eyes, if I'm high or right.
   My brain makes me kill her every instant I dream,
 I've seen her end a thousand times without me.

       She's still alone,
             I'm still awake.
       Sleep, you are an enemy I can no longer partake.
My Enemy
Bad dreams every god damn night.  On par with night terrors.  If my dreams are my enemy, isn't that a parabolic way of saying my own enemy is my consciousness?  
Self, we're at it again.  
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Woah, where have I been?  Traveling with my band, that's where.  :)
Logged in to see I won a DD two weeks ago.  Goodness, thank you so much everyone!  I never expected to win a DD, it came as such a surprise.  It's also a poem from seven years ago so I was...seventeen?  Sixteen?  Haha, it needed a new draft badly so I went through it and rewrote a bunch of lines.

In other news, I've started writing lyrics for my band.  It's much different than actually writing poetry, but I'm glad I'm getting the experience in.  We'll see if any of them ever make it somewhere notable like Pandora or (gasp) the real radio. 

Hope everyone's May is going good.  See ya later.

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"I had a lovers quarrel with the world" -Robert Frost

I'm a working musician. Want to check out my music? Check out my website, www.LindyDay.com

Other than that, I write. :D And after that, I bake horrible sugary things for consumption. Or throwing.
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