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Here is my everything for you to break.

My eyes for you to see my soul.

Here is my everything for you to break.

My arms for you to hold

Here is my everything for you to break.

My heart for you to sing to.

Here is my everything for you to break.

purple weird bees.

space in my brain.

my eyes, they're demon black.

city in my eyes, evil.

people here, don't fool yourself.

thirty minutes, punch the clock.

cops come on through,

the dogs too. hide everything.

close your eyes. no bad news.

carpet legs help his fish brain.

cold noses,peanuts and showers.

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things don't make sense anymore
my mother thinks i'm a whore.
there's a man standing at the door
strange and dressed in black but
i let him in. he has the world's biggest
chin. and he is married to a lady named
Lynn.

weird.

create a life to be proud of.

plant lemon trees

own five hundred bees.

stay up all night

you are my light

fear nothing at all

i got you when you fall

close your eyes

and breathe.

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beers for breakfast.
your mom for lunch.
one dozen fresh eggs.

fly with her.

dance free into the wind
into the never ending love.

dive slow into ocean
into her girl heart.

love deep into the forest
touch her soul inside and out.

WHY WON'T YOU RUN IN THE RAIN AND PLAY
LET THE TEARS SPLASH ALL OVER YOU.
-dave matthews

POEM.

i hung out in a cemetery today.
headstones with moss and misspellings.
i stood upon the grass that ate the souls of the dead.
how do you think the grass is so green here?

listen.

flowers that float on the ocean floor tell lies.

the lies are full of black death

and horrible luck.

don't think with your eye, never pick one up.

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my body is a temple for one man.
he who is holy, gets to see the real me.
my body is full of gold.
my dreams are beautiful.
don't try and hurt my soul.
my body is a temple for one man. 

you are forever late and it drives me mad.
man, it drives me sad.

piano fingertips. 

look for my soul burrowed in the back yard

you'll find my bones.

right next to your neighbor's dead dog.

my mind still lingers down the hall.

i'm not that tall as an angel,

fire scares me now and i can't explain how.

the sound of your voice reaches my heart.

i feel your tone in my soul, 

the thing i've been waiting for all my life.

a smell as ants.

old bicycle wheels against the trunks of the trees
cats walking in pine needles and getting fleas.
sixty six cents for a handful of bubblegum.

let's learn how to fly a kite.

cows mow lawns in September

Moms greet kids off the bus.

birds come out in Spring time.

Dads hang laundry at night.

awkward.

don't forget to kiss her by the door

the keys are already in your pocket.

all she wants is for you to give her more.

her half of the heart shaped locket

don't think i forgot about your secret

i know what you did last year.

and i wont even tell a dead soul.

that's a try friend you want to keep old.

handing out smiles with baked potatoes.

the clock is on noon, don't bring that 

baboon. let's make a toast, to the 

good life. let's hope he has a good

wife. i miss your voice.

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everything is growing back
all the trees seem green
the birds seem to sing.
everything is growing back.

kind of b shaped poem.

watching birds fight over tree branches
while my grades slip, my hair is longer
than the oldest tree alive. my feelings
are my own, i can cry when butterflies
die. i am aloud to yell, when i want.
my heart belongs to everyone out
there that knows what true love is.
my heart belongs to all the loners
that don't think they're good enough.
we can create the life we live as
much as we create our worlds.
the roses may not be red here, but
that doesn't stop him. oval shaped
eyes remind me of ravioli. and my
cat knows my secret. you can come
and visit ma and i, before she dies.
and before my brain melts away
into the suffocating space.

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just sitting here face down

wondering when this will all change

as i look up i see the angels smile

and i see your hand reaching out to help

but im still falling down 

side ways and everything is apart 

once was one, now it's separate.

Light and Lamps.

The air between us is cold.

Like your heart the day I left

New York is pretty with snow

But I like the warm sunshine

And the girls in dresses. I enjoy

When you call me beautiful.

Actually you can call me anytime

Roses make me want to vomit,

When I see their reflection.

The yellow as your wallpaper

Makes a nice splash of life

In this hell hole. My nails

Match my toes, which match

My nose and the rings all

Around it. Today shall

Bring joy, the viceroy

Is at the door. And Mac 

Needs a cigg. 

guys i think im in love......