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Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

  • Bravo No

    i was magicfor a minuteit fantasticnow im an idiot so damn creativemade something gorgoues i couldnt fake ittook love and poured it into her cauldrento brew up a potion she said your awesomeas soon as i showed them she said i helped hersurvive such tough times i delivered to hera vast wealth of ryhmes she…

  • NO ONE HOLDS THE SCEPTRE
    EXCEPT HER

    id cross frozen soiland boiling seas toiling thru the desertand thick forest trees always with gleewith ease, i do as you please till tired and respecfuli fall to a knee i’ll never be too tall to seeyou are always all to me winter spring summer and fall i seeyou dance in the wind as it…

  • steep steps

    i remember when i told herher addiction was a bouldermade it too heavy to hold heri went back to being a loner its like i dont know hernow thats it overthe worlds never been colderand she went and got sober im sick of choosingdoomed illusionsthe beatings and the bruisinggets real confusing you were such a…

  • poetry is like beautifully curated tourretes

    i like choosinto confusemy muses with ridulous delusions why would i do thisits uselessand kind of ruthlessyet toothless down right stupidlike a psychotic cupidmoving to musicthe i should be thru with its really rudeits kinda lewd itswhy would you choose this?you gona prove it?there a point to when you do shit? tell someone you dont…

  • IM TIRED. CAN WE GO HOME?

    she understands my complexitiessuch patient respect for meshe knows the emotions that flows thru memy lover who read all my poetry like death she is my destinyshe trains me breathlessly we’ve created such beautynow rest with me this poem could be a lot longerbut our love couldnt not be any stronger

  • Lying in Memory. Laying.

    we found our way out the madnessfor one last round of sadnessim still glad it happenedbut i feel kind of flattened and you are not forthcomingin the way of who youre lovingi cant say i like you leavingbut be with who keeps you breathing we all lose who we usewhen we abuse the truth. but…

  • IVE HA HA HAD IT

    said voltaire said“God is a comedianplaying to an audiencethat is too afraid to laugh.” but my poetry provesim not

  • SOMETIMES A BEAST IS WHAT A WOMAN NEEDS LEAST

    i know how to turn you on and break you offi know how to make you come and then let goi know how to rock you hard and soft from top to bottomi knowhow to fucklike an angeland an animal but he knowshow to talk to youand treat youlike a person

  • YOU DIDNT WARN ME THERES NO WARRANTY

    l love youand your poetryshe saidi will protect you sure you will i saidand laughedand went outlooking for someone to believe they were liars i saidim sorry i saidit hurt i saidprotect me too late she said he’s coming

  • THE MASTER OF BAIT, ABATED

    if a woman tells you nodirectlyat the onsetand curtails any relationship respect her and be grateful as you go she could have seen youas an oppurtunityand not exactlythe oneyou intended

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