It's not your fault she's angry... Unless in fact, it is.

But she'll never tell you.

She'll says she needs space.

So basically you hover In empty space instead.

It could be your fault.. it could Or it just might not.

The battle is in one of our heads.

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Air tore by my ears and burned For my bike had become a tribute to zephyr Speed building on speed The all but silent world of acceleration Heart, bike and balance almost tranquil As the slope down began to bend My body adjusting as the concrete turn Bite into the tires We glide out, legs pumping Turning my eyes up I see the end of road A gate, a beach, an ocean I stop peddling and glide The sea air whips as I slow Breathing hard, I'm happy

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When I looked away you got drunk Within a few words. I'd see you tumble into yourself Falling down the hill into a dream Except you won't come back up Not tonight.

Tonight is over. A wasted thing That grew in flashing lights And spoke in loud karaoke Truly when I saw it, I thought it Magic. Unbridled youth With all the world's temptation Within each thorny stem

Until the next day, where it lay Washed out, an unclean welp. If ever, beauty showed A dying flower once lived, bloomed, once experienced, the crown removed.

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My muse came from cassettes In a walkman On a school bus While the world passed Sunlight rode waves across my red notebook Sometimes catching my pen Scrawling crimson ink furiously across hungry lined paper.

I was alone then Not like now But I didn't know that then. And, I think it matters To remember Being alone.

To write about those lost moments Scrawling misshaped ideas That held promises That held me

The struggling aspects that fought For some medium to breathe

I was alone then But I'm not anymore.

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The inner world, for me Is a vast collection of imagery That blends each moment Into feeling Expressed so fleeting That even regret forgets itself That even success rots in reflection

on introspection, this world is stained glass

In one hand is paper The other a brick

My breath catches.

Spin, release

Feel my insides pour out of in rainbow splinters.

Around me, glass becomes sand A mural of spinning colors.

A torrent of unfinished, Unbound energy.

Infinity

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I draped myself in nonsense. it only seemed right. life, is a silly notion, that ill celebrate it tonight.

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Two lives, dance together, Twined experiences, sharing moments, so many small moments. they become their own language. become there own smell. So, It's hard for others, to understand.

We were apart from this world, Lost in ourselves. Close.

Now, with others, we aren't all here Parts of us still are dreaming

Two people, growing up Refusing to wake

A world that grew From simply saying hi

Life flourishing Everyday

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The window The breeze The sun The trees

All the things I see While I'm circling

The couch The rug The broken TV

All the things I see While I'm circling

A puzzle box A pantry bare Lots and lots of soft dog hair

All the things I see While I'm circling

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Departure.

Farewell.

When, you know that person, When, you saw them, It was the last time.

Now, it's nothing but memory, From now on.

That which is in us, kindles them, The them, you remember The them, you shelter

Memory.

Life isnt over I swear.

It could be; But I'll always remember

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I exist, little more than as a cautionary tale of what happens, when one time to many, I was told to wait, to be patient, to plan to put things off for a future I wanted to be living today.

I'm still waiting. But I can feel the walls relax. Writing isn't therapy but its better to see All the pent up lunacy In words, collected, singing on paper

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