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In all honesty, I’m just looking for someone to talk to. I go to an engineering school in
Hoboken, NJ.... going for a degree in Electrical Engineering. I'm ALWAYS in NYC. Born and
raised. I like having fun, hanging out, LOVE dancing. I'm generally easy to get along
with... unless you're fake.

Fake people DEFINITELY suck.

Read my poems! please?

To Understand All is to Forgive All

What is it to live?
What is it to love?


At the end of days, at the end of time.
When the Sun burns out will any of this matter.
Who will be there to remember who we were?
Who will be there to know that any of this had meaning for us?

And in retrospect I’ll say we’ve done no wrong.
Who are we to judge what is right and what has purpose for us?
With designs upon ourselves to do no wrong,
running wild unaware of what might come of us.

The Sun was born, so it shall die,
so only shadows comfort me.
I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me.
Each day shall end as it begins
and though you’re far away from me
I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me

Without a thought I will see everything eternal,
forget that once we were just dust from heavens far.
As we were forged we shall return, perhaps some day.
I will remember you and wonder who we were.

-VNV Nation

Below the Mind

Midgets hanging on my ear,
Mushroom stumps dancing in clown pants.
I met the devil online last night,
Sold my soul for a cheesecake.
The lunch tables got into a fight last week,
The lunchroom looks like a party zone.
I was looking at a sunflower windmill a second ago,
Now it’s a giant wooden watermellon slice.
My lunch talked to me all night,
The sad, sad life of a salami sandwich.
I was playing tag with an invisible sparrow,
Flying through the technicolor clouds.
Looking up, the sky is red,
Now orange,
Now green.
I left my body an hour ago,
I’m watching myself absorb the yellow tides.
I ran through the holographic hills,
Projected from boomerangs flying above.
Elysium, Elysium, I’m happy here...

And then I wake up...

Woe has become this progression of life
How I long to fill my bed,
To return to Elysium once more.

Salvation in C Minor

Life.
The cell that surrounds us
The walls screaming "mortality"
Ensnaring
The 6 walls of this den
Etched with crosses
Etched with control
Solid dark matter
But every now and then, a crack appears
A connection
A path
And then you appeared
My life
Day by day
Has yielded a diamond
Sifted from the sand
That fell through my hands
Worn by life
Worn by hate
Your words came through the crack
I took them in like air
They filled my lungs,
Your mantra ensnared my mind
I became stigmatic
Your sacrifice trapped me
And out of my eyes,
Light poured into the room
Your truth
To light
Seeped from my skull
And bore the destruction of our separation
Looking over, I saw you
Your folded wings came out
And your grace stopped my heart
The salvation pulsing from your body
Enraptured my senses
And pulled me to you
Living for what you say
Dying for what you do

2 A.M. In a Hookah Bar

The sin in my stomach
Sways like the heathen gods of old
Dancing a wicked dance in the waters of this den.
Stepping out, the air is clogged with gray
The far-off scent of this place calms me
The foreign tongues surrounding me
A welcome escape from the world I knew.
This pipe is a welcome sight,
It’s smoke washes away the death I once knew,
Swirling to my soul, painting it red with scent and sense.
Surrounded by those I’ve come to love and leave,
A meaningless spec floating in the cosmos.
The world outside these doors no longer applies here,
It’s rules held dead at the door.
How fragile our lives have become,
To be shaken and stopped at the taking of a breath,
But none of that applies here anymore.
I’ve stepped into this place and out of the world,
The smoke clouds my senses.
This tall hookah pipe takes shapes of my mistress,
This smoke transforms to different shades of Christ.

All you mothers, tell your children
Not to do what I have done...
To spend your life in sincere misery
In the house of the rising sun.

You can judge the extremity of her calamities, that she, a woman of education and
culture and distinguished family, should have consented to be my wife. But she did!
Weeping and sobbing and wringing her hands, she married me! For she had nowhere to turn!
Do you understand, sir, do you understand what it means when you have absolutely nowhere
to turn? No, that you don’t understand yet...

-Dostoevsky

Between Beats
by Warprojex

That it was at first a blink,
A fading moment in the sea of time
Did not matter in the least
The blue skies in your eyes know no time
The soft feel of your skin lingers on in my mind
Counting the moments with you till I am once again

So what if the odds turned against us
A moment after that last kiss goodbye
Odds are made to be broken, love
Like the silence of my heart was shattered
The second you would breathe your life into me
And I’ll come back for a second life

Did you really think forever could be held in a week?
Memories live too long to die peacefully
And the peace in your eyes burns through my thoughts
The red-hot fury of this love burns on
Refusing to dim out in the blankness of a forever
A forever that was planned from the start of you and I

Readily I take on this new path
Where I must get past the pricks of the thorns
To once again take in the beauty of a rose
Although we may seem to be worlds apart
No measure of space can withhold the reach that is love
And although it may be an eternity between now and us
An eternity is nothing but the space between beats of loving hearts