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    Untitled Entry


    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2014-07-27 00:31:45


        "It's difficult sometimes, to really find the balance between self assessment and self destruction. I know that on a daily basis i try very hard to build myself and others up, but there is always my subconsious there trying to convince me i am never good enough, despite my successes.

    How do you battle yourself?"

    How indeed..

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    Untitled Entry


    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2014-07-27 00:31:10


        It's difficult sometimes, to really find the balance "between self assessment and self destruction. I know that on a daily basis i try very hard to build myself and others up, but there is always my subconsious there trying to convince me i am never good enough, despite my successes.

    How do you battle yourself?"

    How indeed..

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    Words are wind


    Mood: Lonely

    Posted on 2014-07-22 11:26:51


       I have shared your skin, your soul, your waking and your dreaming... The memories I have stir my blood to steam off my lips, so that I'm caught kissing your ghost. Your breath hisses with mine and is swallowed sweetly. You give meaning to all the words in my head even while I'm tripping over my tongue for saying too much or guilty for saying too little. I am a little more and a little less each day because I can never hope to walk taller or live larger than when you were at my side. Words are wind but this breeze has a beating heart.
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    Untitled Entry


    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2014-03-28 16:31:45


       Nothing in this life compares, and that's a sad truth to dwell on. A bad stake to sell on. A history death knells for. A heart that's still sore through its stitches. Ninety nine problems and this love was the richness that is missing. Still kissing your ghost while your memory lingers. Tethered to your gravity dismissing, dissolving like smoke through my fingers caught without a grip unrelenting.
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    Untitled Entry


    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2014-02-19 05:46:34


       Update: It was too much to ask.
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    Her


    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2014-02-08 16:33:21


       I just want one phone call for Valentines. One small effort to show I'm not worthless to her. Is that too much to ask?
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    Untitled Entry


    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2014-01-30 18:36:05


       Starting tomorrow I'm going to drop down to one write day, and touch up 2 older pieces along with it. You might still see 2 writes a day from me, or more, if touching up old writes gets the brain juices flowing and some fresh perspective.

    As things stand current these writes are getting more drab as they continue, I'm struggling to break my mold, and instead I feel trapped by it. Just... have some patience and you'll see some truly unique posts as well as a cleaned up portfolio.

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    Poetry month


    Mood: Suffering the silence

    Posted on 2014-01-17 00:16:57


       Journals don't seem to get read, comments don't seem to come. I'm not waiting for them though, I learned to do this for myself months ago. I wish I had more than these words. They are freeing though. I am bound to them and find myself muttering them under low breath on lonely nights. It's less a curse and more a selfish blessing.

    I am writing a poem a day for the next 30 days. Starting 14 minutes ago. They will be rough. They will need reviewed. They are bared for you, and I, and stand as testaments to sentiment. The first poem gets posted now. Thank you for reading this.

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    Comments


    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2013-12-08 20:31:46


       I am struggling to write out a detailed comment for Monad's piece "untitled"... its a pretty diverse write and is hard to nail down a comment for. Feel free to leave one of your own if you'd like.

    Otherwise... I am trying for 300 comments. I need 13 more (My lucky number!)... I would really appreciate it if some of you would read and or share your feelings on some of my recent or unreviewed writes. A lot are still sitting there with no comments... I'd love to know your input. Call it a Christmas present. Thanks.

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    at wit's end


    Mood: Overwhelmed

    Posted on 2013-11-29 18:12:23


       There is no sunshine with these memories. Full of holes and far from spotless. Eternally caught in a widow's web of heart-strings and spider silk. Jilted at the time I needed most to be held and shown an honest love. Still guilty for all the lies and the failures. Still sure she's the only thing that matters.
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