Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

When I die, I hope nobody reads my journals

I'm going to take this pill,
Because something tells me, it'll hurt tomorrow.

I'm armed with ugly.
Raging wars with the night,
I hope I never choke on my tongue.

Withdrawn and dropped,
I sometimes miss the mist.
I miss large boulders that meant something on a mountain.
I miss the rain that hasn't fallen in two hours.

I think I miss what I was, but she was a mess,
So I'll miss something else.

Like clouds.

And food.

I hate these walls, I hope they
Crumble.
I hope a natural disaster wipes us all out,
And I hope I find meaning the way
Hookers find Jesus.

Through rehab and lies.

I miss my parents.
I hope... But what can I do?
Stab another backslash into reality,
Turn it into wayward confusion.
And then,
Pretend there's solace in empty hunger.

I crave laughter,
Why do I get only tears?

I wanted to learn, to make mistakes,
To teach and be taught.

Most of all, I think I just wanted something to be proud of.

All I am is a mess of words and articulate phrases,
I am in a category of a dime a dozen...

12-14-10


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