Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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HEAR. WE ARE.
if i could have my waywe would never speakand we would be happy we would have blissfullyforgotten eachother by now but the days come and goand they stack uprather than fadeand it feels like time wastedbuilding regret and hereyou areyourselfas well we dont always know why we are who we areor why we do what…
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STOP BINGING ON DRUGS
if you have problemsand don’t want the world to know itunless you intend to solve themdon’t date poets listen to me dearestcuz everybody hears mewe are not good at keeping secretsand we speak quite clearly we are undoubtedly accountablewe live our lives in publicand although sometimes it sounds like hellin the end we love it…
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let me live.
allow me to love you please quite yet consistent i cant resist your resistance pure in our persistence desperation vs distance but i know in just one instant you may feel a bit reminiscent of the pleasure taste and scent this poetry of ours represents my true love my muse i choose not to be…
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okie lonely
i’m up before the sun and then I head out for a run a have a healthy breakfast then I follow it with lunch im’ lounging at the beach sitting in the sun I have a lot of fun I just wish I had someone I eat my gourmet dinners and then I go out…
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beet red beast breast
She makes decisnins regarding sonic transmission she’s expicit when she visits doesnt give I ahit whose into it she chaotic thats a compliment its irrelevant whether she’s kind or malevont im I love with it i take solace in your lack of sympathyyour symposium on sinyour silly little insignifigant subsequent suicidesyour diatribesyour white liesi cant…
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GOOD JOB
My love, You inspired me to write poems that are heartbreaking They are So utterly honest So emotionally true So devastating and precise That I don’t want to read them
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lies die under the skies light
when i met u i met hell. oh how well you meddle! must you test the metal in the middle of my mind? o the silly things you sell didnt mama ever tell its not well to cheat the blind when even you cant see the signs its unkind to pay no mind to the…
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i wood
I dont have the patience to work for a paycheck. To make car payments. To live on pavement. I need to be where im free, out among the trees with the leaves in the breeze.
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i’m off
I wrote it all alreadyi’ve nothing left to sayi’m tired of being inspiredi’d like to sleep today I wrote it all alreadyit was a lot of workit took so much blood lettingso we wonder was it worth all the sacrificial riskall the betting on a horsethat was the default winneron an abandoned course the future…
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infestilation
I sit down next to myself ask myself, hows your health im so glad you’re doing well most men go mad, cant you tell they want women wine and wealth they end up livin with swine in hell all I need is in my hand feed myself right from the land im a brand new…
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