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My name is Irrelevant, because that is what I might as well be in this world. My name is Irrelevant, because there are many people like myself that are going through the same problem. I am writing about minimum wage, working hours, and the disease that plagues big businesses in these senses.
I am a 20 year-old male, and live with my older sister. She doesn’t make me pay rent (thank the gods), but she does want me to move out soon. I work two jobs; retail and restaurant hosting. You would think that interacting with people all day is my favorite thing, would you not? It is not. I...
I am a 20 year-old male, and live with my older sister. She doesn’t make me pay rent (thank the gods), but she does want me to move out soon. I work two jobs; retail and restaurant hosting. You would think that interacting with people all day is my favorite thing, would you not? It is not. I...
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406
I'm 19
and you're
still stupid.
and you're
still stupid.
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542
Ink stained hands roam a
murder scene, long lost writer
between tattered curtain pages
on deaths uninviting door.
murder scene, long lost writer
between tattered curtain pages
on deaths uninviting door.
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545
I use to drink hot chocolate
all the time, now I never
drink it and I'm afraid I'm
forgetting the taste,
just like your cigarette mouth.
all the time, now I never
drink it and I'm afraid I'm
forgetting the taste,
just like your cigarette mouth.
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Haiku
The smoldering nights
switch clothes and crowns with golden
stalks ripe for harvest.
switch clothes and crowns with golden
stalks ripe for harvest.
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625
I love and hate this holiday.
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648
The last visit seemed strange,
I wanted to smoke a cigarette
At 3:00 am
Under the smith bridge.
I wanted to smoke a cigarette
At 3:00 am
Under the smith bridge.
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652
Music doesn’t touch my soul anymore.
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Relaxed
Let me depict a setting
Lights are dim, rosemary in the air
Drums are slightly beating
while the saxophone courses through the air
Human figure steps to the plateau
And bless us with an heavenly voice
You can see the pain in her eyes
But hear the joy as she rejoice
Like a heavy weight has been lifted off her shoulders
Now she can stand tall
Instead of looking all slumped over
Thinking to myself
How can a warm heart feel so much colder
Like damn she's an ice box
Beauty turned into the winter soldier
But the cold war didn’t destroy her...
Lights are dim, rosemary in the air
Drums are slightly beating
while the saxophone courses through the air
Human figure steps to the plateau
And bless us with an heavenly voice
You can see the pain in her eyes
But hear the joy as she rejoice
Like a heavy weight has been lifted off her shoulders
Now she can stand tall
Instead of looking all slumped over
Thinking to myself
How can a warm heart feel so much colder
Like damn she's an ice box
Beauty turned into the winter soldier
But the cold war didn’t destroy her...
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Someday
Someday i'll get away with being absent.
I'll be okay with waking up to the shoes on my feet being cemented to the floor of an empty room.
And even if I have the looming option of stepping out of my shoes, I won't.
I will no longer be held to any expectations.
I won't have to decide what to eat, or whether or not I should sleep an extra thirty minutes and be late to class.
I won't have to fill my tank with gas at the end of every week.
I sure as hell won't have to put up with traffic and assholes on the road.
and like effusion, I will allow my scattered...
I'll be okay with waking up to the shoes on my feet being cemented to the floor of an empty room.
And even if I have the looming option of stepping out of my shoes, I won't.
I will no longer be held to any expectations.
I won't have to decide what to eat, or whether or not I should sleep an extra thirty minutes and be late to class.
I won't have to fill my tank with gas at the end of every week.
I sure as hell won't have to put up with traffic and assholes on the road.
and like effusion, I will allow my scattered...
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Why Are We Here?
An endless, pointless meaning to the question we've all once asked ourselves. A question that, if is answered holds no meaning what's so ever, it doesn't make one intelligent or clever but far more lost in this endeavour.
Why are we here?
Why are we here?
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Dead Horse Walking
Haunted
By the shallowed breath
Gasping, this horse you've so often
Beaten to death
Undaunted
As we suffer through your rants
Can't get a word in edgewise
You don't give anyone else the chance
Dead horse walking while you just keep talking
Endlessly with what you deem worth repeating
It only prolongues the beating
I've had my fill, runneth over is my cup
Will you ever for once in your jaded life
Just shut the fuck up?
If you were doped to the gills
With sodium pentathol
It would be a blessing to us all
To...
By the shallowed breath
Gasping, this horse you've so often
Beaten to death
Undaunted
As we suffer through your rants
Can't get a word in edgewise
You don't give anyone else the chance
Dead horse walking while you just keep talking
Endlessly with what you deem worth repeating
It only prolongues the beating
I've had my fill, runneth over is my cup
Will you ever for once in your jaded life
Just shut the fuck up?
If you were doped to the gills
With sodium pentathol
It would be a blessing to us all
To...
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