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His Mark in Atlanta [Jul. 31st, 2016|08:47 pm]
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I saw his graffiti everywhere. He did it when the city slept. There weren't as many cameras back then. He made time his.

One day, I was in a record store. Browsing thru the "local" section. Then I saw a picture of his graffiti on a CD. His own. I still laugh about it. He is a legend.


-------from "Regional"
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over here, young man [May. 15th, 2015|03:20 am]
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i'm 28

---CONTEXT:

http://escribir.livejournal.com/211562.html

"i'm 17"

keep me like a secret
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unparalleled parking [May. 15th, 2015|03:04 am]
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i resisted the urge to ask if she was okay
she asked me to not let her remember today
i held in what i wanted to always say
that was the year the soreness all went away

with a little practice in the car, a poem became a song
i called ahead to the place where she would later belong
i visited to sing about how right what was actually wrong
she didn't know the words, but she still sang along

nah nah, nah
nah nah, nah, nah
nah nah, nah!
nah nah, nah, nah

NAH NAH, NAH
NAH NAH, NAH, NAH
NAH NAH, NAH
NAH NAH, NAH, NAH

nah nah, nah
nah nah, nah, nah
nah nah, nah
nah nah, nah, nah

na na na, na na, na, na
na na, na! na na,
na, na
na na, na! na na, na, na

nnnn,nn,n,n
nn,n
nn,n,n
nnnn,nn,n,n
nn,n,n,n

finding nice dreams is what everything has always been about
drowsiness is very common, but i thought i could wait it out
our words were slurred
if you can call that love
but there was no end to this one
none that i could think of

n,n,n...
nn...
...
...
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[Jul. 28th, 2010|08:44 pm]
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sometimes I think about what I would look like if I were to peel away the layers of hurt, distrust, pain, and all the ugliness that makes up who I am.

Sometimes I think if I did that there would be nothing left.

Sometimes I look at my skin and dig my nails into my palms willing it to fall away so that maybe I can see whats really inside myself. is it all rotted and black...

is there anything that living this disgusting life hasnt touched..
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[Jul. 7th, 2009|12:40 pm]
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i stand in line to buy tickets to transformers
and there are a lot of people around me
but my heart stays quiet and isolated
thankfully no one notices

because most people are quiet
and it's quiet most of the time

my heart is quiet
and most people stay quiet
so it's quiet most of the time
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[Jan. 29th, 2009|05:07 pm]
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crucified on the beds,
my jesus sleeps with a book
covering his face.

i always wondered
if he thought the words would stay
imprinted in his

shallow mind or if
he just wanted to tell the world
what he can't tell me.
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[Jan. 28th, 2009|09:52 am]
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alicia has seen robbers
beating all her friends
she was knocked unconscious
and woke up without them

alicia spends four months in bed
held down tight and sometimes force-fed
then she goes back to sleep thinking of her friends
to say hello to them

alicia can't hold a pen straight
so her mother asks her to wait
she spends the day at home instead
not knowing what those three forms said

alicia is in a lot of pain
while in the doctor's office she lets out a shout
she covers her ears when he tries to explain
because he doesn't know what he's talking about

the next ten months turn into the last
she doesn't think it's going to get better
so she slits her throat open
it hurts very much

but she doesn't let anyone talk about it
because none of that ever happened
so don't ask her for any details
she doesn't remember them

alicia has seen robbers
beating all her friends
then pushing her down
to grab something of hers
but she won't say what

alicia has seen robbers
who took something dear to her
and she can never ever die
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[Dec. 24th, 2008|11:44 am]
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outside in my back yard for most of the day
our parents inside watch us play
with our hopeless grins covered in snow
happily sad for the fifth month in a row

when we said we were in love
we tried to say it at the same time
silenced by all the romantic lines we couldn't think of
our hushed selves sounding a pretty rhyme

because when we're in the car
I spend every second
hoping the engine fails

I could in no way resist
believing everything you said
we collapsed in the snow and then we kissed
and she said someday we'll be wed

because we're sleepdrivers
and I dream of us driving home
waiting for the engine to fail
because we're sleepdrivers
falling asleep at the wheel
swerving off the street
crashing into our new home

we're sleepdrivers
falling asleep at the wheel
swerving off the street
crashing into our new home
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[Dec. 16th, 2008|10:34 am]
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he comes home and she's reading in the corner. we're out of money.
she puts the book down and looks up. what?
we're out of money. i don't think we can pay the rent. can you ask your parents?
i asked them last month, too. they can't keep providing for us.
do it for me this once. we need to pay the rent. i'm not getting evicted.
she gets up and walks over to hug him. i love you, but you need to stop messing around.
i need to what?
she releases him and looks at him. i mean, i think you should go back to school. i'm in my junior year now, and we could both go together. it might be fun.
you think i should go back to school?
shove the table rattles
he grabs her face. shut the fuck up.
don't touch me. don't fucking touch me.
i fucking provide for you. i make it so you have a place to stay. i make it so you can wake up in the morning. i work six fucking days a week, and you show your appreciation by telling me to shut the fuck up. wow.
shut up. you're fucking worthless. just like your fatheSLAPDON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TALK ABOUT MY FATHER. her head hits the wall hard and she loses her balance. DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK ABOUT HIM.
stop it.
don't do that.
stop it.
don't fucking do that. don't fucking talk about my fucking father.
stop it. christ.
don't fucking talk about my father. don't FUCKING TALK ABOUT MY FATHER. he wraps his hand around her neck and pulls it. she makes a quiet thump on the floor. you fucking stupid bitch. you fucking stupid bitch.
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you fucking stupid bitch. oh my fucking god.
he jams his foot into her stomach. she gasps and then coughs. he doesn't say anything, he just yells. he kicks her in the stomach again. she lays on her back, her hands holding herself. he motions to do it again and she tries to cover her stomach to lessen the hurt, but he kicks her twice. oh my fucking god, you stupid bitch. she coughs again and tries to say something but can't. he walks into the next room and opens the kitchen drawer. he spends a few seconds shuffling it around, then holds the knife and stands next to her. she can't talk. she can't say anything. all she does is make quiet sounds because it really hurts. he gets on his knees next to her and slits her open. blood starts to surge out of her.
remember when you were in the hospital for three weeks? remember that? do you? talk to me.
she's very quiet. all they hear is the quiet dripping of blood. he takes her hand and holds it stretched above her.
remember?
do you?
talk to me.
he holds the knife to her wrist and pierces it. he haphazardly cuts downward making an uneven gash. she cries out. the blood is spreading on the carpet. he takes her other arm and jams the knife through her wrist. she screams for a second, then stops. then he starts to stab her chest. he thrusts the knife as deep into her as he can. it's very quiet as he does this, with only the muted sound of skin being torn open and blood violently spurting out. he doesn't make any noise. she sobs and kicks, but he's strong and holds her down, thrusting the knife deep into her over and over. she stops. she's dead now, but he still keeps thrusting the knife as deep into her as he can.
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[Oct. 29th, 2008|10:48 am]
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I decided to stop thinking so hard and blew my head apart
it didn't take me long to realize heaven was dull
and you weren't coming

after a few days I know what I have to do
walking around with everyone else in the clouds
I look around inconspicuously
for sharp and fast-moving things, anything at all
I get an idea and run and grab a halo off the nearest angel
put my head through it and jump
I didn't get a chance to see it but I think I made the clouds all red

I think of you until everything goes white again
I open my eyes and I'm in a red room
there's a pool in the middle with all my friends
I wade in and ask if they've seen you
they say no

I tell Jeff what I need to do
then bash my head against the concrete side until I lose enough blood and then consciousness
I drown

I think of you until I wake up again
I open my eyes and I'm in a blue room
you're in the corner

that's all I remember, officer

he tells me to get out of the car
but I grab the pistol from his holster, push him away, switch off the safety and blow my head apart
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