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To win at Life

I always get confused
By words like fate,
As if there is a final stage,
And everything doesn’t
Keep on changing

The only fate I can see
For my life is when it ends;
Is that the final stage?
Is that winning?

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I wrote this a few weeks ago. Just to put it in perspective for myself when I look back on it.


It hurts so bad to speak to you
It hurts pretty bad to not speak too

This is a pretty bad impass

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cowboychord:

I hope that you know,
When you meet up with her,
Years down the line-
She won’t be who you remember:
Time doesn’t wait for love,
And especially not
A boyhood crush.

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If you like poetry feel free to check out my writing blog. That would be pretty cool. It’d relatively new still.

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So I went through a bunch of old photos to find one where I don’t look like an asshole because I’m doing a poetry reading in a few weeks and they need a picture of me for it. This is what I came up with. I realize I’m not dressed to the 9’s but it looks like me and I’m not doing something to make me look like an asshole…

So I went through a bunch of old photos to find one where I don’t look like an asshole because I’m doing a poetry reading in a few weeks and they need a picture of me for it. This is what I came up with. I realize I’m not dressed to the 9’s but it looks like me and I’m not doing something to make me look like an asshole…

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cowboychord:

You see beauty where there is none:
Some shitty old photos
That I would have gotten rid of,
Well, you cut them up
And made them to something new.
You could see their potential,
And I could see only what I failed to do

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cowboychord:

Is love nothing more
Than a photo on the floor?
Crawl under the desk
For you to find it:

Two Lovers, arms around eachother
Folded down the center
A crease between their shoulders,
where their bodies meet.

But I always thought
It lasted longer
And spoke volumes above
A photo on the floor.

And is this silence worth more
Than a year spent at sea?
Never feeling home,
Pulled between countries

Well, I always cared more for it
Than a weekly pay check or
A ticket to the lottery.

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Taught to Fish

this may seem harsh, but it’s actually one of my fondest memories

Said, “I don’t give a damn
What you think of my songs,
Didn’t write them for you,
Or for anyone”

Do you remember
When I stormed out?
When I slammed the door,
To our broken house?

Do you remember,
How we built it up?

Later that night
Your tire went out:
You called me up
Said, “I could use some help”

I came on down
Still furious;
And I showed you how,
To fix it yourself.

And we fought,
All night long:

"Were you listening?
I said ‘I don’t give a damn’
Or were you just not listening
To me again?”

You probably don’t remember
That night much at all
But I’m sure you won’t forget
How to change a tire.

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My first heart break

My dear Niagara,
You broke my heart,
And I won’t ever recover.

I had romantic notions
Of seeing your natural beauty,
With no make up,
The day after sleeping in my car,
Just outside of the city.

I drove all night to get to you,
And you had no appreciation.
There was no romance in the streets:
A woman was selling her love
Down on the corner;
I walked by her on my way to you:
I didn’t stop to talk,
My eyes fixed on our meeting spot.

When my eyes met you
You hadn’t noticed me yet.
There were people all around
Snapping photos:
Your back drop was a filthy casino.

You had no love for me,
And as the rainbows began
To form in the morning light,
I felt myself beginning to cry.

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Well we wrecked our fucking boat:
Now we’re suck out in the cold!

And we popped our rubber raft,
In the middle of a shark attack!

And what I worry about most
Is when we get home,
How will I pay my student loans?

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I can’t turn around
Not sure that I want to
Like driving down the street
With the lines on the passenger side

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