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I'm crazier than you'll ever see coming, I'm telling you so you have a chance at running, I laugh when I'm not supposed to, I feel when I don't want to, I can't turn it off and I'm not sure I would, Just understand sometimes I'll talk in riddles, I'll want to write on the walls until they bleed, But don't let me, then no one gets the deposit back, I fall too hard and I fall too fast, If we take a look back there's evidence in the past, Not to say that's how I feel about you, But, there's something about you that makes me smile, Know now, that I take my heartache with two lumps of laughter, I anticipate talking to you, and meeting you like there's no tomorrow, I have no idea of what will come of "us", But I like that we both feel comfortable already, I like that I want to talk your ears off and that I have a feeling you would do the same, Just to get in each others brains, Look around and jump down in...

I am constantly thinking at the pace of lightspeed, This leads me to thought overflow, Flash floods of assumptions, I can read people But not deep enough to carry all my jumps to conclusions, I am a part-time optimist, With one eye on the negative, Years with dissapointment have taught me, That that guy is like Kramer, Always barging in, I am hilarious, Especially at the worst times, I don't know yet, But something tells me I'll laugh at my own funeral.

8.11.09 1:40 am The rain came back today, I greeted her like a lover long gone, Smiling into the sky arms wide, A lot of people don't get it, But you grow up here and its like caffiene addiction, Naked bicyclists, Or smiles from strangers, It's just something that happens, From the eastside mansions to the south end houses falling apart, Anyone who gets it smiles when they smell the rain, The pitter-patter on my window is a lullaby that will always bring me the calm to sleep, She is back and I have missed her, Rain is that love you only miss when she is gone, When she returns you breathe her in, and smile, Because she will never leave you, Play games, Shes always the same, And loves you, Just the Rain.

Fuckup, He calls me fuckup, How can he call me a fuckup? Is this another one of his ways to make himself feel better about being a fuckup? How can he call me a fuckup? Drinking himself into a rut, Smoking himself into stupidity, He didn’t even graduate from high school, I did, How can he call me a fuckup? Where the fuck does he get off tearing his own fucking son down like that? Do you remember the day you realized your father wasn’t infallible? I don’t know the day but I can tell you I was 8 years old, By the time I was 10, I was disappointed and realized he would never change, By 12 I felt more like his father, At 16 I’m so fed up with it I dump the messy coffee table at his feet in an argument Because it’s like yelling at a fire alarm, It can’t hear you, and it doesn’t care what you think, How can he call me a fuckup? He shrugs it off days later, like it was a joke, and after my mom called and told him to Never talk to me that way again, he hung up on he...

Father By Keynan Bailey Father, It’s a word for most that is good, Implies caring, thoughtful, and influential people, However I hear it and I hear a joke, My father is a joke to me, The guy from Fight Club says, “Our fathers are our models for god,” Well if that’s true then god hasn’t done a damn thing since creating man, Does god get drunk nightly? Does god smoke? And I don’t mean tobacco, Does god think that feeding humanity, playing video games with humanity, and buying humanity presents is all he has to do? My father never gave me any useful advice, My father was never a role model, Drunk and stoned nightly, he rambles on about the times he does remember, That’s a total of 20 stories I’ve heard at least 20 times a year, Now don’t get me wrong he could be worse, But he’s still no goddamn father to me, It always feels like I’m the one keeping him out of trouble, I’ll never forgive him for my fifth birthday, Just because he was the news person at The End and Kur...

Lightning strikes, I turn pages frantically to find you, The first blank page, I love you, I love that being here feels like escape, I write to get away from it all but the funny thing is all I write about is what I'm running from, I hate my job. I finally know what its like to be stuck, Because collectors hold their hands out for my dues on old mistakes that I have to pay for, I make sandwiches for assholes who are too lazy, too ungrateful, and too wrapped up in themselves to make their own sandwich, I provide a service with your sandwich, it's called silent obedience, I smile and fulfill your requests while you look down on me, while some of you voice your "superiority" with insults or rude tones, Fuck you, Fuck this job, and allow me to masturbate all over your sandwich to get back at you, with a smile on my face, I say "have a nice night," Which translates to "Fuck you for justifying this 3-11pm shift with your snide comments and reque...

Lightning strikes, I turn pages frantically to find you, The first blank page, I love you, I love that being here feels like escape, I write to get away from it all but the funny thing is all I write about is what I'm running from, I hate my job. I finally know what its like to be stuck, Because collectors hold their hands out for my dues on old mistakes that I have to pay for, I make sandwiches for assholes who are too lazy, too ungrateful, and too wrapped up in themselves to make their own sandwich, I provide a service with your sandwich, it's called silent obedience, I smile and fulfill your requests while you look down on me, while some of you voice your "superiority" with insults or rude tones, Fuck you, Fuck this job, and allow me to masturbate all over your sandwich to get back at you, with a smile on my face, I say "have a nice night," Which translates to "Fuck you for justifying this 3-11pm shift with your snide comments and reque...