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reaching for my pastI am reaching for my past, past my blues, past my old shoes, walked in your shoes, & saw my Buddha on the ground Did you leave him there?reaching for my past
And I saw my old black and blue bruise, Ohm... Earth sound, I kiss the ground. Alive today, a life yesterday- a life forgotten, save for the page. The page stained, dog-earred for convenient return Eternal Return...or to remember that infernal burn. Such a burn! Thorn in my side, how can it be you behind my eyes? Left a bitter taste, my awfully bad taste. Such a waste of youth, you were, and yet I smile when I remembe
by ~jackieblue
not to forget...who I amI don't feel the ground below my feet when I'm with you I don't feel complete when I'm without you and I know it's the truth that you tried a little harder last time but I can't ignore instabilitynot to forget...who I am
And you see the new ones got me hooked on the reliable tendencies, he makes me feel safe with one look he never lets me down and when I walk with him we walk on solid ground but I can't say I don't miss you like crazy I can't say it, I wish to god I could
You always have something to hide and worse than that if I needed you I'd always
by ~jackieblue
hypocriteshe said sheelanagig,hypocrite
i disagreed with that stick,
its you whose ... sheelanagig...you "Goddess," bitch & besides look at who you call your best.. buying lucky bitches expensive things for ass? and he got none he's the frustrated one staring at your derriere as you walk away so blessed these were the things I could never confess when I still thought he was the best... keep reaping the benefits till theres none left call it what you want but it's still theft call it a good time ...when no ones bereft by your downfall
by ~jackieblue
what time is it?everything feels pretty much material, five am,what time is it?
the freeze outside biting reality gripped serious as our fingers go numb the day's hope is inside a kick of caffiene and drugs some sort of optimist behavior too the tastes are bored, the mood is absent, as we continue a 24-hour day, the world just wakes.
cars run outside the
morning routine with steam pouring out the waste piped pick-ups puttering, into a stuttering world, ashamed, I am sitting, leg jiggling to keep blood circulating, lips even quivering, cold as fuck, a frosty AM. &nb
by ~jackieblue
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"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you."
-Jim Morrison
lol sry i gotta go in a sec so i cant spend 5 minutes lookin for the right emoticon
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