I may or may not actually get around to it.


into cardiac arrest'and the fire extinguisher will not work this time' says the paperweight to the match on its way to scratchinginto cardiac arrest
at its most sensitive part.
I did not mean to be like this -
hooking new obstacles to my arteries, I reel them in by mouth, gathering up new ways to help me lose all.
I stopped talking so quickly
because you couldn’t listen when I had seven drums
beat on my molars, grinding up two sets of red spectacles.
You couldn’t see that I fell into bathroom stalls and sobbed against the metal door.
the alcohol mock
suffocation
i never told you about that silly little watercolor i wanted you to paint of me.oops.
I haven't watercolored in forever, so it would probably be horrible, but if you give me a photo of you I'm willing to try!
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-Lucy-
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We are what we think.
All that we are arises with our thoughts.
With our thoughts, we make our world.
-Buddha
~Namaste In La 'Kesh~
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well, i have been off this website most recently and its hard for me to keep up with everything so i mostly stay away, but i just wanted to let you know that i still come on to read your poems and send the links to them to my friends all the time because youre just too great of a writer for words.
have a lovely lovely day..
thank you, you too
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you're not a realist... you're a dreamer who doesn't believe in the dream
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