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I was at a loss for words,
Until you slapped me.
And then I was full of words,
That just refused to flow.
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Literature
Eight Thoughts About Nowadays
I.
I have forgotten how to write
Therefore I have forgotten how to exist.
II.
Life keeps tripping me every turn of the way
And I keep slipping in these ice-covered roads
III.
My hometown is screaming during the night
But I put on my headphones and try to sleep
IV.
People insist we don't care
And the moment we show them we do
They then try to discredit us
V.
My name means nothing to the world
VI.
Weeks go by and yet I still stand still
Waiting for autumn to turn into winter
VII.
The cold seep into my bones
And make me even more fragile than I already am
(My heart is frozen and I shiver)
VIII.
"Make me a poem" they say
I can't anymore
I
Literature
Hate
I hate
I hate well
I hate feverishly
I am the churning acid in your stomach
I am the blood pounding in your head
I am the white-knuckled fist clenching to strike
I am the red haze dimming your eyes
and clouding your mind
I am the rage that lashes out at the weak
the small and defenseless
justified by tears and fueled by alcohol
I hate passionately
I am the shaking in your hands
and grinding teeth
nails digging into your palms
I am everything you hate
boiling to the surface in a froth of
bile
blood
and excrement
I am the indiscriminate spray of bullets
at the school
church
nightclub
I am the madman raving on the news
heaping blame
Literature
Product of a broken mentality 1 and 2
(1)
Scratched and bruised
misplaced and used
used to it are you?
gashed so far, you're bleeding through
into me
please
cover yourself
and find some decency
I try to help you out
but I can't tell you who to be
when I zone out
everything becomes a cardboard cut out
pop out pages of children's picture books
the walls close in
and I travel through space
into the background...
(2)
Product of a broken mentality
doesn't touch the same chord
can you truly teach me anything?
or strike a familiar tune?
I'm on the mend - helpless absurd fury
poison scar
bled ink through ripped pages
a metaphor for...
can anything get through?
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Just remembering a particular memory from quite long ago. Its was a really important moment actually, as it was part of the day that was the begining of huge changes. 
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How sad and emotional... Only a thoughts and then silence that both speak for themselves.