Little Life, Little Hell

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Just this once, for the rest of your life. You start and stop and start again. Greet the world at 21, the girl, the job, the starry sights. Before you know, you're 25, you blinked it by. You sleep tonight, just like them, and then, again, again you're 21. Forget the end. Forget the wife. You lived it then, you will til when. It's coming back, it comes around, you're 25, it's over now. Younger days are bound to bend, this sleepless cycle just pretends. You cannot die, you cannot end, young until you're young again. Never born but never dead.

Starry Spaces

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I've sat in circles, in the center of the room with faces flush for conversation in a way I've always known. The walls have ways of fading, the faces all grow faceless. Their words yet spilling where their formless mouths believe, in these rooms I've all but left, watch my starry eyes recede. I've gone to all the spaces, to find the in-between.

Quiet House, Silent Home

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Make the same mistakes in finite steps to breaking your own heart. Break. Reprise. Break. Repeat. And only break until you're no longer left, and all you had to give is lost to lust and wasted in fleeting fucking smiles and double taps until that lurking fear you like to think can't happen does and the only thing thats left is lonely. The only one to share it with is you, and any brief encounter in whatever hour your life brings home. Your quiet house, your silent home will fill with lyrics of only your favorite sad songs in reminiscence of all the lives you crossed and times you couldn't commit and all the second chances you had and left for loss, always believing they were better off, better faired, when all along you were always scared.

Where I Reside

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I reside with a vast collection of inconsistencies. A sea of distraction that's dust collected me; still I come back to a path where no X's sleep, and all question marks proceed. The same old ride-by-luck, drawn on hope and infinities. My coming back, my toxic trials, my heart resides in all these miles; my face-to-face finds peace in all the midnight tides. I come again, and leave again, and back and forth by right. On letting go, and consequence, and continental quills. Stuck to me, stuck on us in black and white beguile. Drawn inside and disappeared and "Hey, come back in time". On letting go, and letting go of mine.

A Life of Goodbyes

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Live a life where the goodbyes are always Irish, and the warmth in your cold blue eyes is what they're reminded of when the sound of your voice strikes their mind, and the dramatic line of your smile sets in to surpass all questions of "Why?". Believe only in the chances you took, not the ones you had; breathe only heartfelt in reminiscent minutes.

Rhapsody in Drunk

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the sum of it all can never surmount the tears and trials of outracing your wile. too many turns too much speed too much retrospect to avoid the spurn. i want it all at once, at once alone, at once along with everyone. i want it all with you and you and all of you come too. i want it all alone and everyday forever blurs forever. on the spur of moments forever greet the world. we're all beginning. we're always ending. we're only bleeding til we're mending. and all your truths are only true the day the wisdom comes from you. always long, always lasting, in my life forever cast. left the nest with youth. left with heart, left abreast aware. photo-blessed the world with love and moments, tokens left. but what of us, what of friends, did we all do wrong? are all nomadic ties romantic sighs romanced from all of you and i...are we the lonesome lost romanticized? are we all alas or are we right on time? doomed to dance in self in shadows, doomed to reminisce. we have all at once caught an eye, felt a blessing in disguise. all at once relied on virtue spry.all at once held through hell in the heart of heat and smiled.belief beyond a doubt, when armor falls to see. where love along all coasts in lines intersect we anchor off to be.

Fading and Contemplative

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feeling fading contemplative for the big things. anthemic lullabies, in love with the fight songs of life. dark corners. bright lights. flash forwards. big cities. lust and lace. undercover under sheets. first loves, only loves, lonesome loves. last kisses and long goodbyes. longer nighttime drives and the starry smiles binding childhood storybook lives. newfound friends and reconnecting. family ties, family trials. old dust speckled on every memory and every past time that always comes to shine. such constantly inherent yet always uncanny truth in grand design. the laughs. every teared up, breath stealing, unmistakably finite fucking laugh with the mad ones. tears. deaths. taxes. lazy sundays via late night saturday conversations, candid by the low lights. east coast winters and southern summers. the music. always the music, all times and tones and every note a shrine. those who know, the dreamers and melodious minds screaming soft words loud from wild eyes. endless zen in retrospect.