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you said

you said i go out too much
i won’t meet a nice girl at a bar
but i certainly won’t meet any sitting at home, typing on the old wordpress.
i’ve met girls randomly, through friends, events, here and there
ones i met in real life cheated on me
ones i met online stabbed me
ones i met randomly ran away and fucked boys and girls
after professing me their love
so why not meet a good girl in a bar?
the place matters little when two like minds connect
i’ve met mothers of my children telling me different beers in the bar
mother theresa while sitting on the train
or slinging food with me at the hospital
i’ve met evil people at work,
pure evil pushing a cart at the grocery store
women met through friends who’ve tried to light the place on fire
and called their daddy when the cops got called on them.
met guys through friends who nailed my girl
and after i escaped from her craziness
he knocked her up but didn’t pay the bills
you only say i won’t meet a good girl at a bar
because you don’t want to go to a bar
and you want me to think you’re a good girl, but i’ve seen through that ruse
i’ve seen through hers and hers and his and his
and i’m a fool for looking for IT outside of myself
but i can’t help but look for that love,
look for those arms holding me when falling asleep
or for that bony back laying on me while we quietly watch law and order
i didn’t meet you in a bar and look where you left me,
look where you leave yourself

What to do?

What to do when the ghosts are calling you
luring you back with your own hopeless love
after they came after you with knives
got you smoking again, drinking too much
but not being stupid like they are

only now can I swing on the back porch in peace
only now can i feel calm
and then you called…

now

so much, so much, so much
how do i balance now against the rush of
true freedom,
if they are not ready for it
and i don’t want it until…

because I want them more than freedom
and i see how they do too
it’s their family, their friends, their life
they are the ones who will feel their blood
trickling down their face
instead of some money gone
if they prepared
their desperate fight fills me with hope
even though their fight is as useless as mine
but that is exactly what brings us so close
and i know their desire is the same as mine:
peace
a moment to lay in bed
a moment to kiss the girl they want
a moment to be and not worry, except about stupid shit
a moment of thoughtlessness,
this truth we hold to be self evident.

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follow friday is stupid

I don’t care who you are following. If I wanted to know, I would check your followers and see who looked cool. Or, I’d check wefollow to see who is relevant to what I want to know about. I say, #fuckfollowfriday. How about Fellatio Friday? Fornication Friday? Fermentation Friday? All of these are much better options.

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moore fresh

he knows i was born under a bad sign
because of her
and i know he knows i’ll hold it down,
pull though
because of his guidance
he knows
i’ll keep on through the pains
i’ve got his discipline
but i have the same attraction
i’ll fall prey to the same hunter
but i’ll be reborn unlike him
because i’ve chosen to see
or i’ve been gifted with his curse
enough to realize
when to say
fuck you