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Moving Forward

As I move from this house that I have been living in for ten months, it seems very apropos that Halloween decorations still adorn various places throughout this place. There are many ghosts that have attached themselves to 1307, and they wish to finally have peace. So it has thus been left to me, the last caretaker of the Fortress of Friendship, to finally bury the bodies, the memories, the hope that has attached itself to this place. And so, I went over each corner of these walls and meditated upon the meaning they will come to garner over the next few years.

These walls held me in the midst of a mental breakdown/psychotic break the night I found out my brother committed suicide. These walls saw me foster some of the best, and worst, relationships I have had. These walls heralded in the beginning of a whole new chapter in my life. These walls have seen a huge amount of change.

Even though these walls have been fairly nice to me, but even the sweetest things eventually turn sour. New chapter, new trail, new story.

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We take the steps

That lead us into oblivion

A certain kind of happiness.

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We are empty breaths

Contained in unsterilized bottles

And so we waste time waiting

For the wear and tear of time

Or breaks in the bottle,

Allowing for out breath to escape

Through small things that relieve the

Pressure of our lives.

Responsibility does not come from age.
It comes through experience
And so he we are,
I the youngest and yet
More grown than most.

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The American Dream

Is to fuck sun-kissed starlets

That’s why it’s Cali-Fornication

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You took my heart,

Swept me up in love,

And dismissed me with

The change of seasons.

I am not a plaything.

All I wish for is love, comfort,

Compassion, the soft, soothing touch

Of someone who truly cares.

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We once were

Sweet nothings

Whispered in waiting ears

But now, we lay in beds made

States apart, and you

Inviting the touch of strange,

Deceitful men, and I

Wait here for ceiling to part

To sky so stars can guide

My broken heart back

To something somewhat healed

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Winter clings on

To the tatters of this soul

And I can barely breathe

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We are an empty


Caught in the lungs

Of others and lost

On all those that

Waste every breathe

They are given.

And all I think is

That I can solve my problems

By myself,

And so I waste away with

Nothing left to think upon

But troubles and memories of hope.

We are not holy

We bleed sin,

Letting all remnants

Of hope drip like rain

Down dirty fingertips.

We are not holy

We are broken with

Our breath and as

We pass the time

With words so hollow

We realize there is little left,

Yet so much rich history

Between us that we wash

Ourselves with fleeting moments of happiness

And horrendous monuments of hatred.

We are nothing.

We are death.

I keep longing

For the touch

Of your fingers

And you keep

Pushing away with

Your words and

Ignoring of my

Inquiring upon your

State of being

And so here

I am, downing

Liter after liter

Of intoxicating liquor

Trying to forget

The happiness and

Pain you put

Me through. Silence.

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Here we sit

With nothing but

Thumbs and time

Hopelessly indebted to

All the memories

We share so

Helplessly entrenched in

Our solitude, serene.

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