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You started playing for the other team so when I went to pitch you called a time out.

Now time Is up and there is a silent crowd.

As I watch from the sidelines; you swing and you miss, but then you'll hit a bunter, that'll tear your ass if you make that home run.

While I'm amiss, caught on the kiss cam warming this bleacher and I'm pissed off.

I'm done honey bun; cause the only future I see costs me playing this game. It is me potentially getting drafted and leaving our team.

While if I were to be realistic, ostensibly for us there is nothing on base.

On your lies up to this inning we've been lead to this loss

The home run you just swung at might be the final straw.

Plus the lies!! These damn lies, how you ultimately cost us the season.

I'm sick at the fact that you're up to bat again, and in the first place.

The sickened grimace my face takes makes you strike all the way out.

Now you are truly the foul ball,

So Fuck you fuck boy,

You can't win them all.

Beware of Cupid

From his fold fell pointed sticks

Forced Give-a-fucks

~Made for the cupids arrow challenge.~

"In a world where the advanced take advantage and weakness prevails, we are denied the truth and struggle to be real.

We need teachers, leaders, thinkers, and believers, but mostly we need to let our conscience lead us.

To free us!"

-Stori 2011

Becoming a cog in the gear,

the social turnstile.

I join in line and walk single-file.

I numb out my points and

burn out my nerve,

squelching

my transmitors capcity

for me to stray from the learned.

I can blur out my day dreams

and fade out these lines,

painting a pattern of the life

i feel would be

a better use of my time.

I'm amist a battle of wills,

here battleing my own.

Think to stray from my post,

wonder where would I roam?

However, I have no choice,

so the answer is made for me,

and i turn over my freedom,

the

other

cheek.

i hand in my soul to be a suit made of meat.

"I" have become obsolete.

Original work by Stori 2014

Eyes couldn't bare it,

a heart risks the brunt force hit,

by which I'm struck down.

________________________

Drunk they start to brawl.

The telling bell made the call.

A High Coup broke loose.

___________________

Its basic physics,

The equal opposite force

So muted it's forced

SomutedIt's

Somutedd

Life isn't consensual,

You don't ask for it,

No single person can give you permission. So don't go getting your panties in a wad over the things you decide just change your mind and align those decisions with your unstated reasons, your most vicious opinions and certainly the choices that will let you sleep at night restfully.

SSAS

Come back even as a shadow, even as a dream.

Come back were the bridge we burned rested and walk barefoot across the stream. Come to me.

Come across the glades of past unrequited slights, forget them and in my dreams at least visit me at night.

Come without the constructs left from our past and you will be welcomed to my core and embraced by all of me.

The enigma that left you is now an open book. I'm so much more, so my darling come and take a second look.

That which you never knew about will be obvious to thee. Uncovered are my depths, my self you had sought previously.

The real me that you could see through instinct and nothing more has dropped my fear and invites you here. Come to me amore!

Cross a field of sympathy to my lonely heart, and spark alight the fire that's died so I no longer starve.

Warm yourself, and find comfort in the gleam of its flickered flames. Stay as long as my luck can run, but I know you don't have to stay.

Your heart, a thing that floats on whimsy, and beats it's own traced path. Realistically I know it can't be tamed, and so I can only ask for you to come to see me.

As only you can see me. As only you can breathe me awake, alive, invigorate my life force, inspire me to survive!

So come back in grace and find my face to put a smile on, for if home is where my heart is then my home is gone, from me

Until you come back..

Inspire someone

Invoke creativity

Translate the divine.

•

Inspire someone

Expand actuality

Bestow the Sublime.

•

Inspire someone

Show them how to learn and make

Render worth in mind.

•

Inspire someone

To truly be a someone

Let their brightness shine.

•

Inspiration lies

In the well between your eyes

Just express yourself.

•

How to make real art?

First express your truest self;

Then you show your work.

Burnt synapse

Scrape the syntax out of the gutter

Become some semblance of worth

To be uttered

Mumbled under breaths.

Whispered in alleys

Where the damning cloak of nights darkness hangs dank ore the rusty fire exits and old phone pole wires criss-crossing away down into the unseen.

Out of view words stir in the ramparts of my gloomy heart and with the days grays

they flew out of reach

elusive and aloof

Just out of reach to me.

The subjects my mind reflects are a littony of feelings I'd rather not feel and single quick blips of truth peeking through the bars of my cage denial has made for me.

My sanctuary.

Satiated yearnings to be a victim and I can't blame the man

Or the fucking system

Just cold raw unrefined nuggets purely from my mind and the emissions output

Put forth from my stupid reactionary way.

I can always at least see the highroad ,

But I stay on the footpath through the high grasses of pretense and think I get a common sense upper hand.

The demands here are less burdensome.

Wish I could find that lonesome one single thing that could make things better. Then I'd see, then I'd know. ~Sigh~