even hopeless has hope in it

we throw life away everyday over the simplest fantasies. Always engaging over what's next rather than look where we've got ourselves. Should it be enough? I swear I'm going to break this chain of life, I'm sick of hearing the eerie rattling every time I make the most effortless move; it's starting to twist my ambitions. I am as free as a strong patriotic eagle with no wings, and I'm as limited as a boy surrounded by endless escape routes and alternative life styles.

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I keep these words in my hat

dear summer

dear summer

you've finally left

dear summer

dear summer

you've taken the best

A dime of luck

Frustrated looks

Some burning temptations

No medals for the academic

Wanting or waiting?

Are you wanted for waiting?

Are the elevators okay?

Did you get to the top?

Was the floor on fire

were you just in and out

did you burn the bodies

did anyone find out

Now we're on foreign grounds

We take two pills a day

To keep these ghosts from pointing

The echoes of them laughing

Can you stay asleep

Hide under your bed

Dig a hole to bury your head

But now we're in the clear

With these abstract people

what a wonderful party

They all hunt the same

With their bullets and guns

and with their mouths with words

incredible sensations

from a credible invention

Explosions inside of minds {} I love things {}

I had a better intention but lost it along the way
Not sure where I dropped it, so it'll just have to come back
It will comeback right?
The fresh flesh burn

To hell with it
What's the point of intentions if they're selfish?

Is it possible that what I thought I lost, was with me the whole time
Or is a tribute in place?

Last question

As everything in life becomes durable with survival, will all the struggles be as disregarded as the every day cold? And within that, will all consistent efforts for a greater good, a representation of hope and memory, and (but not limited to) a simple chance be merged into your lifeless cycle of intentions you once had, but somewhat forgot the true force of?

The hemming of my life

The flow has been cut
Precisely separated with a razor blade

Is this the rebuilding?

Was this what I couldn't understand until I got there?

Well it's all smiles from here

Let me just get comfortable in your world
I think I just became a person

How come I can only be one at once

Oh forgive me April

You were crying for me all along

And brought your soldiers out of the grown into certain death

Just to change into what I wanted you to be

You'll remind me forever of the anxiety from this separation

You've drained the colours from the picture

I've gotten so lost in the maze that is has just become my home

And I will for now on always be exhausted and regretful

Nothing is more intense than a memory

But memories, dreams and all these everyday hallucinations are just so promising

But now I know what I am missing
My immaturity and social problems

Oh April, what will happen?

Trace the skull

Dig a grave for the life you'll save

And turn it into disaster

Perhaps the relevance will unfold itself

And the product will come faster

Things of importance take time

A fight with the devil is never momentarily

Though the freedom was cherished

It was degrading

How can a soldier recall the war without any volcanic emotions

What would he do if he was told there never was a war

Aren't the closers to these poems supposed to be solid?

Traditional values

The thought of us

Conqeuring mountains

Was slush in my jaw

Cold and brittle

And the words are always darker

Despite how bright they are

Disengage from the world

T minus 5 and I'm in lockdown

Just waiting for the explosions to go off

And take away my skin

The earth floats on my conscience

The river I paddle down is coloured

The veins I drop are plenty

The house I sleep in is aware

The cold nights I endure are exciting

The curse of a thousand thoughts is renewable

I am recyclable

I am in the wind

I am seperated amongst skin particles

Consistent in my own funny way

A selish indulgance of peace and brutality

A fistful of alitude to throw me back on the ground

Such a relatable exit

How easy the course ahead of you

I'm a selfish sinner amongst a tragedy

How could you forsake yourself

Don't go looking for yourself in the fog

Think beyond your own egotiscal thoughts

You bastard coward

You son of a bitch

Loosen your teeth with your fingernails

Wedge them out and call me a traitor

Or lay backwards playful or dull

I'll be the phoenix

I'll be the flame

The consumption of a scene

The face of an emotion

With such a blank expression

Porclean almost, just expecting regurgitation

And we all know it

You'll take the dive

But who will be standing

You'll scream the words

But who'll remember?

You flowed through the atmosphere

Adjusted to the colour of our television

And dissolved amongst yourself

Would rather a concussion than to accept god

The power that flows through me is untouchable by the life of a river

The essence of luck and learning have tied a thin black string to by very detailed bones

I have created a utopia within my mind and plan to stay there

I found my connection into the cut in of the sky

In between the moments of extraction every emotion was felt

It has rained very hard but it is only to nourish a dry harvest

At the very moment, from my chest arose a rose with pedals of silk

And how sly the tongue of this flower was, enough to lick away regret

REGRET (associated with)

- Grinding teeth to the gums

- Rubbing your eye down a dry chalk board

I've never been in a situation where I have to abandon myself

I feel accepting of possibilities, but all are pale and disgusting

I'd rather sew my lips to my tongue

I want more

I want to dominate and create, tare apart what is and rebuild

Forget the minor reactions

This is for the best

You have stained your shirt but you will clean it

And start fresh

I'm not afraid anymore

Not of myself at least