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In this eccentric reality
every little moment, action,
frame of time,
every single noun I see,
collides in perfect harmony,
flows to the sound of our music,
beautifully, artistically,
and is unexplored until now,
and everything becomes clear
and real
and strange
and every second of it is ours to share.
But I’d rather just take it in,
and watch my life pass by,
than to force things to go my way.
So I’ll sit in this strange, eccentric reality,
and laugh to myself.
Like acid,
it burns
a hole in my memory.
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way back here.

paper dreams

the graphite crumbles on this canvas
under my rage
and all i want to is show
the flowers in my hair
and the way you smiled
that day.
but it's fading in my memory
not yet captured where i can always rememeber.
when will we collide,
and not clash or shatter,
but join again?
on my paper dreams.
i can still see you, paling
i need to syncronize this lead
with my mind
before i'm out of time.

kurt.

Did anyone ever understand him,
His twisted thoughts and his good intentions,
his grotesque hobbies his beautiful words?
His sick imagination and his lyrical beauty
his distorted obsessions his purpose in his short life?
But we all love the way he changed the way she lived,
swept away the old thoughts replacing it with his
beautiful disease, his only purpose to create
the art she enjoys which overwhelmes her
and inspires her to be everything like him,
but nothing like the way he is.

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I tear through this, my
fingers crossed, my eyes
closed, ready to live and ready
to die and I look into your eyes
and I realize you are the
same as me, it eats my
heart away, consumes
us both, we are broken, but
I leave not as I entered, my
eyes my mind open, my heart
prepared as you will always be
with me, my first, my only,
and I'll always remember
the songs, the stories,
the lies and the heartbreak
that made us who we are.