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Forever Endeavor
02:44
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i toss my hands in the air cause im alone in this one
a chain link ceiling for all the undergraduate love
finger-licking disposal tips for bad breath and loneliness
i pile them up by the paragraph
employ every ounce of my strength scratching these itchy feet
avoiding thoughts of those glazed and gorgeous windows of yours
is it worth counting the days anymore
im still not so sure
stay afraid of me your scents gone cold
at the drop of a dime will i run right home
in the daylight so you can see me
do the fruit flies feast on your insides even in the snow
rolling around on the floor behind the fridge at your place
collecting dust and information
peel back this rotting flesh thats been festering for years
ive got growth spurts to run though a life cycle to continue
lets go
but not too soon
for the climate is harsh
for a meandering microbe like you
but i am the same
bleeding out of body parts that i dont have
within this neural-entanglement
i am so sad
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I Don't Remember
03:31
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whenever i am making or receiving money
i dont like the feeling i get
neglecting to buy new shoes is not a cry for help
and neither is fighting my friends
cherubs gather round only when the light is nice
and in the dark they fill up on frozen foods
for a time i felt their presence with a friend of mine
but i know shes a celestial being
at least half of the time
she wrote a poem
and she read it to me
i see stars more colorful than ever before
in these memories i must now ignore
loading up on carbs for the long night ahead
feeding geese a barely stale half loaf of bread
finding accidental rhymes in a song you wrote
getting your heart stabbed and stomped on the floor
only about twelve hundred times
i coughed up a lung
i spit and sprint
i explode into the moment stronger and brighter than ever before
only in these memories ive learned to ignore
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sunlight kill the cold
stained glass portrait in the rain
ease a post hypnotic pain
transcribe to me in the dirt ill worship the chiseled Earth
that contains your Art
entities that live and breathe
choke themselves on strategy
panting plotting pulverize
creatures people all that i love
with all my heart
a skeleton nursery
a collection of townsfolk to watch me bleed
shattered rotting growing cold
in with the new out with the old
so thats what they say
how are you today
nevermind these bones
it seems they too are growing old
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Citrus Memories
05:00
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calibrate systemically the curve in my spine
cause brain matter gets heavy in scattered minds
but am i the only place where split shapes shine stiff
cant be the only one cant be the loneliest
its 9AM on a friday morning
and nothing feels right on this gorgeous sunny day
ill whistle on though i wont spare a note
cause i am alright
i believe in that dear its okay
even if it skews the facts
cause im alive now and im writing
thinking less everyday how
i wanna meet her back home
strung out on coffee and maybe a bit extra
and with all that help i wrote all my feelings down
some light reading later when i am less broken
or maybe make some kindling out of it
speaking of out of it
i think i lost track of the days maybe for good this time
surrounded by plastic my space is adorned with it
everytime
i erupt again mud and clay
all up in my hair
mouth the words to me just in case
you interrupt my song cause im gonna
sing her back home
will she remember me the way that i am
or will i never be the same boy again
am i lost now is it good
how contingent is anything at all
what do we know
im thinking more every day but still
i wanna meet her back home
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Harrison Watters Brooklyn, New York
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