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  • erikwblaire 21m

    Paradise

    I think about paradise

    Lush white sandy beaches maybe?
    A mountain retreat?
    A mixture of both?
    My paradise
    Has green eyes
    Blond hair
    We could live in a garbage heap

    As long as She is there

    It's home
    It's Paradise
    Heaven






    Erik W. Blaire
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  • erikwblaire 1d

    How do I describe the weigh I feel?
    The words come out but knot always
    Exactly write. Forgive me.

    Words words so many fucking words
    They come in a rush and I have to
    Make scents of it.

    There is grate power in words
    In organized words
    Witch is where the problem lies

    The write words
    A loan
    Are addictive
    Urgent

    The truth will out
    Scares the shit out of me

    Blank spaces
    The white in-between
    Make me tremble
    Because of what
    They
    Say
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  • erikwblaire 2d

    I'm a fairly simple man
    I don't have a lot
    I don't want a lot
    I'm not good with my feelings
    Or expressing myself
    I don't use big words to impress
    Or prove myself
    I'm intelligent
    But unassuming
    Shy
    Quiet
    I've made mistakes
    But learned from them
    I have goals
    Dreams
    Fantasies
    For the ladies:
    I'm a good kisser
    Good with my lips and tongue
    I'm a good listener
    But not always good at
    Follow up questions
    I can seem un-empathetic
    I'm not but I come across
    That way sometimes
    When I get overwhelmed
    I shut down
    I'm a work in progress
    I don't yell
    Scream
    Not prone to violence
    I'm a good man
    Which means the ladies don't like me
    A lot not in "that way"
    I'm sad
    I'm lonely
    But I know what I want
    It's every detail clear in my mind
    Like I can see it plain as day
    This is me
    Love me
    Or hate me
    I don't give a fuck
    I'm who I am




    Erik W. Blaire
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  • erikwblaire 2d

    I've never met anyone
    Who puts a smile on my face
    Just by being around
    Till now





    Erik W. Blaire
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  • erikwblaire 3d

    This is what starting over
    looks like:
    It smokes to much
    It drinks much
    It eats to much
    Or too little
    It started a new job in a
    Completely different field
    (The pay is pretty close)
    No savings
    Live paycheck to paycheck
    No romantic involvements
    Sit alone
    Not healthy
    Believe me When I say
    They are blue
    Anyone help...?
    No...?
    Story of my life
    No security
    Owe more than I make
    Kmn




    Erik W. Blaire
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  • erikwblaire 1w

    That's not the rising sun
    It's Her lighting
    My
    Path
    Home





    Erik W. Blaire
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  • erikwblaire 1w

    The depth of my Love
    For this woman
    Would fill the universe
    With stars



    Erik W. Blaire
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  • erikwblaire 2w

    I can't go on. Why bother? My every move is scrutinized. Torn apart. Subjected to the worst thoughts accusations. Every answer met with scepticism. A shrug or raised eyebrow and smirk. My truth amounts to nothing but a "are you sure"? "There isn't anything else you want to tell me"? "When I leave here it's to late".
    What do you want to hear? How sad and pathetic my life really is? I don't do anything because I'm afraid. That all I want to do is put a gun in my fucking mouth? I can't tell you because that would mean suicide watch, and that would be worse than what I have now. I've done that, it makes things worse because all you have then is your thoughts your horrible horrible thoughts.
    My thoughts would end. Bits of matter. On the wall floor and ceiling. An empty shell. Not the echoes of my misery. Dragging me down. Down. Down.
    Gone my pain from loving someone I'm almost positive loves me too, but wouldn't admit it. I've asked the universe for a change. It's gotten worse. So much worse. More beautiful. Gone the pain of rejection. Loneliness. Self depreciation. Self hatred. Hatred you've never felt. Never experienced.
    I'm a coward. And I could never do that to Her. That's. Love. What I wouldn't do for my family. For Her. Live.
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  • erikwblaire 2w

    Picked last for kickball
    Picked last for soccer
    Never been to a girl's choice dance
    (Whenever the fuck those were)
    Never had a girl
    Just gimme their number and say
    "Let's hang out"
    Dad ran away when I was young
    Father figures never stayed around
    Most friends never stuck it out
    Or tried that hard
    I'm writing weird poetry
    Alone in the dark
    Thinking those thoughts again
    No wonder I'm fucked up

    This is my life
    I get morbid around the holidays
    And those thoughts
    Imma die alone






    Erik W. Blaire
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  • erikwblaire 3w

    Loser
    Loner
    Who can't find himself
    Beging to be seen
    Heard
    Felt
    Nothing to offer
    Good guys die alone
    You know the fuckin drill
    Truth
    Truth
    Hear my truth
    Fuck the truth
    I'd rather be happy
    Not alone




    Erik W. Blaire
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