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Trees of Glass: January 2010
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Monday, January 25, 2010. I've been living in a lie. I've been losing in the night. You infect my mind. You stop, rewind. When I see you again. It's us in the end. Restraint and a hold. A kiss for more. We stop, restore. Over roads of black. They tear at their seams. You and me and a thousand days. Give up emotion, give in afraid. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Follow me on Twitter: @permanentgrip Zombie Enthusiast, Writer, Christian. View my complete profile.
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Trees of Glass: August 2011
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Friday, August 19, 2011. I'll Name It After I Write It. First off, the unstoppable train that is college has finished it's long stop in Graduation Town and is now chugging full steam ahead to Post Gradatopia, and I'm their precious cargo. I've been out of school since December (minus one summer class that wasn't hard at all) and my next battle with education is starting come 9am Monday morning, August 22nd (happy bday mom! What else do I have to add to this? Friday, August 12, 2011. The wretch, the wicked.
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Trees of Glass: August 2009
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Saturday, August 29, 2009. This habit is breaking apart my soul. Tasting heat, fighting pain, holding cold. Create a way to strike a nerve. Turning a beat, seeing disdain, writing a word. Save yourself from this investment regret. Saying defeat, losing my reign, lovingly met. Look to the signs and realize failure. Being replete, knowing shame, boldly tell her. Wednesday, August 5, 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Follow me on Twitter: @permanentgrip Zombie Enthusiast, Writer, Christian.
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Trees of Glass: October 2009
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Monday, October 12, 2009. You are the weakness, my perfection. I'm searching for you, a dear reception. Timing counted up to this day. Driving and screaming, throw night away. We're something effortless, impossible if tried. I'm running to you but I run out of time. If this is it I'll gladly lose breath. Embrace the ending, for pursuit is death. Tuesday, October 6, 2009. I've turned from desire. She was a settled mind. Someone else's to find. I'm gripping on tendencies. I make these eyes see.
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Trees of Glass: November 2011
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Friday, November 11, 2011. So I sat in the locker room, steaming from frustration, boiling from a lack of control. And Mertin walked in at the wrong time. 8220;Hey, do you need a towel? 8221; Mertin held out the towel, seemingly offering it to me as if I were a peasant begging for alms. 8221; I scowled at him, bitterness dripping off my words. 8220;I accidentally grabbed two so do you want the extra one? He was a cocky sonofabitch. 8220;Why, cause I’m too tired to get one myself? I raised my fist and str...
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Trees of Glass: December 2009
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Thursday, December 17, 2009. Like looking both ways on a one way street. It's an unnecessary recognition. Walking away from repeated needs. How can she debate on them and not see me. A fever wrecks my thoughts. Wishing that I was there. I love you" echoing deeper inside. I'm moving on but idealization doesn't die. A thought will always call to her, as it does for another. When will I know it's real. How is this going to be returned. Living, living, hurting and dying. Wanting, wanting, waiting and trying.
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Trees of Glass: July 2009
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009. I've gotta die tonight. I've gotta live to fight. Times of desire break. Times of denial take. We pull into light. We push, contrite. It's no time for might. It's not sound over sight. For you it's too late. For us, it's my fate. Saturday, July 11, 2009. It's Time For A Word. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Follow me on Twitter: @permanentgrip Zombie Enthusiast, Writer, Christian. View my complete profile. Its Time For A Word. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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Trees of Glass: September 2009
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Saturday, September 19, 2009. Break fresh unto my heart. A clouded night with clearness. Your words build me to hope for more. But my hope has been taken before. Is it possible for me to ever grow? Must I sit in circles, losing time? My years have been wrong if this is it. I've tried to fight, be slow, be smart. But waves engulf me. I know my passion and I know I value. Still it's difficult to see past myself. I don't know how many more times I can handle this. I've invested naturally for so long.
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Trees of Glass: February 2012
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Wednesday, February 15, 2012. Adara and I were running to my car. I saw a white light. 8220;Why did you do that? 8221; Adara screamed at me in anguish. 8220;He wanted a fight so I fought,” I said coldly. 8220;You were going to kill him! He was unconscious and you didn’t look like you were going to stop,” the fear in her eyes was heart wrenching but I didn’t notice it. 8220;Take me home,” she crossed the car to the passenger side door. 8220;Fine. I was just defending myself,” I scowled. 8221; my antagoniz...
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Trees of Glass: April 2010
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Friday, April 16, 2010. If sights would help us live, we’d see worlds. We’d take those strange steps on salty lands. Conquering kings and living out lives. We would love the days far from our own. We’d warm together on nights so cold. But we are not people of travel. We won’t heal from ancient battlefields. Our wounds need more than ghosts of the Greeks. We burnt to ashes our withered world. And now we’ll die, the smoke still rising. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
