Barlot ... Poems

Ah the moonlit melodies
And cliche connections of words
It's murder to think in such fancy ink
But never to record...
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Staring at the molecules floating past my eyes
And finding the appropriate species to categorize them
Just as real as the tangible-
A projection of mortality.
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I was drinking my coffee in a resort area bathroom
When all of a sudden, something started to happen
The ceiling turned into an ocean of green
But the floor stayed the same as it had been
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I took a break from the slavery of words
But when I returned, I found my style was nothing as it had been before
'What could have changed? ' I asked in distress.
My best response proved to be of no aid-
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Blinded by the glare of a dusty mirror
I try to gather my thoughts long enough to slumber
Ah! But there is so much I have left to wonder of-
So many more worries than dreams.
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I pacify the pain with a midnight stroll-
The significant pain of growing old
Growing up
Growing out
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There's variety in misery
And right now I'm all twelve kinds.
Solitude takes the best of us
When we realize love is sugar-coated lust.
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I'm completely uninspired
And at a loss for words
The growing amounts of Wal*Marts
Are clogging up my brain.
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Opposite yet adjacent shapes broaden the vision
With solitude comes perspective-
Thoughts more obscure and more reflective
But somewhere appeared an incision
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The night was storming as she sat alone
Unheard voicemail on the phone
Meant nothing
Like everything.
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