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Sam: What does my eye think of it? Does my eye like it?
Tom: Your eye can’t talk.
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Best interview ever omg
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Promises Kept
The sand in our sandals
The water at our ankles
I took a swim in the ocean
To drown myself with you
I guess I’ll let the waves
Care after our bodies
While eternal love;
She swallows our souls
I look into your eyes,
They’re barely still open
I can see the life pouring out of your lungs
Just a couple more seconds
And this Hell will be over.
Remember how we said
We’d die in each other’s arms.
Bubbles escape from
Our smile so content
You’ll always be mine, but I’ll share you with the sea.
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Our relationship is pretty backwards haha. I love this girl so much. Sophie Kristin Kuelbs, you’re my everything <3
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Unbeliever
Life is so short.
Take a moment to feel alive.
I know all we meant was to expand and to thrive.
But we sharpened our claws and we went to war.
With ourselves, with each other, with the rich and with the poor.
With anyone different, who believes in less or more.
Step out of the shadow, cast by left and right wings.
Take refuge in each other and the triumph that it brings.
Since we stood on two feet, we’ve been worth so much more.
Now tear down the walls, that were built to divide,
It’s time to extinguish that fire inside.
Jigsaw
Imagine that the world is a puzzle.
And that there are six billion, nine hundred and ninety nine million, nine hundred and ninety nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety five pieces that all fit perfectly together. Each locking exactly and precisely into its own secure spot, in unison with every other piece that surrounds it.
Those pieces, if you haven’t figured it out by now, are people.
Now, imagine that somewhere in this maze, thee are 4 missing pieces. Maybe the box came without them; a manufacturing error. Maybe you dropped them when you opened up the package for the first time. Maybe they fell off the table and your dog ate them. But the fact remains that they are missing.
Every piece of this puzzle has four perfect matches; one for each edge. The grooves and crevasses of each side of one piece connect seamlessly with those of each neighbor piece. There’s a certain fluidity in the way they all flow together, like they’re all telling one unified story; painting one universal picture.
And it’s beautiful, it truly is.
But the four pieces that surround me are missing. I am an island in a sea of cohesiveness. I wasn’t built to have a perfect match. In fact, I was built to be the only piece of the puzzle with no perfect match. I am the most terribly incompatible piece of the whole set.
Sometimes I wish that puzzle was missing me too. If I have no other pieces that rely on me to complete them, I serve no purpose.
I’m simply a waste of cardboard; A waste of life.
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The Other Day I Met This Girl Who Talked About Love Like She Actually Thought It Was Real.
The Flames Drew Near
I’m an old man sitting at his desk. One year left until retirement. Each year the work load grows and I’m always wishin’ I could go back. Make amends, live a different life, and be a different man. Replenish the positivity I seem to lack. Truth is, I’ve been giving in too easily. There must be more to life than this. My youth is slipping away and as secure as I may be, I come closer to death day after day. This isn’t what they said it’d be. I shouldn’t trust a word they say. Here I lay, sleeping alone again. Nothing to dream about as it seems there’s nothing more to my life. Hell ain’t far from here, friends. Wake me up when the flames draw near and hold me dear. Don’t wait up for me. I gave in too easily.
Shovels
I killed a man, I’m on the run. And you’re the man who sold the gun to a mixed up kid with a mixed up head who wound up dead. I’ve killed a man and I’ve strangled his son, with no regrets except for one. How can I sit and break this bread? They wound up dead. I live a lie, I stab a back. I step on every single crack. I wake, I break. I choke, I cry. I am dead inside. Just shower me in dirt and send me home.
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Times Have Changed
My heart hurts.
Not like “my grandmother died” or “my girlfriend left me” hurt, but rather a physical and tangible pain.
And after all these years, I’ve finally figured out why.
I don’t love the people I used to love.
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