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Whoever designed me loved duality, I was given a heart that rusts often, Ragged and sharp with the pumps it keeps me alive with, Yet somehow I manage to shine like a halogen, Burning bright and clear when the switch gets flicked 'on' Other times I feel like a slug, Slow and steady and obviously going somewhere, But at this speed its hard to tell where, How far it is, Or why I'm going there, I was born with a heart designed for ache, Given a propensity of hope for something better, And a mind that doesn't quit whether I want it to or not, I do my best in the most hectic of situations, Something about that makes me think I should search out the madness, Always living at your best sounds, nice, But I know I wouldn't be able to keep it up forever,

Most days there is a hole where my heart rents space, It doesn't live there too often, Only in those warm moments when I smile, And then it recedes again into some phantom zone in my body, Most days I feel alone beyond repair, Living a life where your brain is wired for another one of yourself, Is harder than a diamond covered rubik's cube, I'd like to think my heart is out there living the life it should, But it keeps forgetting to invite me along, Whole is a feeling I get when other people are smiling, Hole is the other feeling I get when nothing is conspiring, Most days I just want to be something, To make myself feel like less of an empty space, Of the two, I am here, and sometimes it feels like a waste, Why me? Why not her, who made the decision? Would I be more motivated, happy, accomplished if she were here? I know why I'm clingy, I know why I'm sad, How do you think you would feel with a twin you never had?

Tray, I once rode a tray down the side of Seattle Center's fountain. It hurt at the end, Where the floor meets the slant with no generous curve, Just an abrupt angle. Just thinking about it makes my tailbone hurt. It was still stupid amounts of fun, I do not truly regret it, Only that I should have jumped off earlier.

Tray, I once rode a tray down the side of Seattle Center's fountain. It hurt at the end, Where the floor meets the slant with no generous curve, Just an abrupt angle. Just thinking about it makes my tailbone hurt. It was still stupid amounts of fun, I do not truly regret it, Only that I should have jumped off earlier.

Dear future girlfriend, Know, that I am a little odd, I walk around with my chest open and you can read whats on my heart, My mind is a bit harder to make sense of, I still don't know how I do it most days, Know, that I will love you, Ridiculously, but not religiously, Religions make people do bad things, Not that I don't want to do bad things with you, Know, that when I get scared there isn't much sense involved, The logic switch, gets flipped, Off, I run in the real world to keep genetics from making me run from things that matter, Know, that I wear t-shirts with my favorite things on them, Smiles like they belong there, And only remove my hat for the rain, Unless asked very nicely.

Stripes, Stripes on shirts. Stripes on Couches. Stripes on your soul that are bruises from the bars. Livin' on nothing but pure color, You work and work and work, And all we give each other are half-assed smiles and half smiling asses. Find yourself some stripes, to break the black and white up a bit. - Keynan Bailey

I am a midnight shaman, Talking with the gods and putting it to page, Walking through the streets, I have words on speed dial and hope in my pocket, I forget where I put it sometimes, The night time grabs me, Tells me to slow down, Make these words spinning around make sense, To help others that are awake, Because their dreams won't let them go, Backpack full of raindance, Because sometimes losing those tears to the rain, Is what we need.