Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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That was queer.
That was fucking queer.
So backstreet boys no one ever stays in love anymore
Jake
Echoes
Jake
Change the song
Hedley
Crazy good at finding a way to make it some day
Sure.
That word should go back to meaning what it means.
Coincidentally Sleeping With Sirens while look at Kellin Quinn’s tweet.
Also queer.
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Letting go is never done conscious
In saying I let it go you keep it close by giving it a name
Not until it doesn’t occur
Is it let go of
I still dream of him
I’ve found the best way to never let go
Is to never grab hold of
To start with just letting it flow past
Grab hold
And all you have left is to let go
I hope last year falls into the void it created
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Why is the sun pink?
Maybe you should stop looking at it.
Maybe you should.
Low.
My wondering why they’re here doesn’t mean a thing.
I’ve been quiet and unapproachable
And so I’m still talking to the things
I just don’t care what I think they are
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I smile for the sun with chapped lips and
Cherry skies
Thinking ticking of somewhere else
Long ago
Did you hear did you hear that day?
They say
You’re our enemy
Just a matter of time and space
Saying you ate the fourth alive
When it was us
The fifth gave up
And they get lost in the numbers
Human choice you can’t be sure
And of course she’s alive
But they aren’t dead
Wouldn’t it be nice if the bus came on time
Life is strange
Of course it is
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Do you remember when my name was
Echo
When it was echo
It’s not a warmth to be known
We know how that feels
Right there like it could be real
And there’s a new string to be followed
It’s still beautiful
Sounds like classics ringing in thunder in a dark room
Check “yes” Juliet
Life is poetic irony
Midnight by now you’ve been and gone and gone and gone
Maybe I’ll whistle to myself
If I don’t call them they won’t know it’s my birthday
You say they’re meaningless?
Well that is what it’ll be
You feel so tired, you know that?
I’m so tired.
This is why I stopped listening to music
It just doesn’t fit doesn’t fit
At least the invisible don’t have to be erased
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Spinel and Ruby
They are so small
Ruby so scared
Spinel so interested in it all
Tiny little babies,
Racing around their life.
I did it
He whispered to me, staring down in pride.
They’re beautiful, I tell him.
I get to see their whole lives!
I know.
Yes,
Spinel and Ruby,
They don’t yet know,
Just how they will have saved me.
Please stay.
Don’t go.