Grizzly Go Grr: Archive

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I can't write tonight

For a long while I blanked didn’t think, it’ll be alright. Then I saw her and my body sank And I heard her gasp and pain, Heard all her pain and knew its going to be a rough night I don’t know how I’m handling this I don’t know what’s going on at all I’m so sick.

Nov 30th

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This isn't really me

Asking with a please If you believe in God pray for my mom You see something was really odd In the summer a lot of weight had gone She was sick even then we thought It was just the stress of trying to make end meet end But it wasn’t. It wasn’t the bills Or the faucet that didn’t drip Not even the food that didn’t reach our lips She was ill A cancer...

Nov 29th

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This is just going to be a really rough week…

Nov 28th

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My tongue is parched, maybe I need something to...

Something stronger I would think. It’s been a wide and long day And all that’s really left to say There’s more to life than in it for the gain Wasting time mulling fingertips through sand Is worth more than working for a hollow fame I’ll just sit and stare for a little span Won’t get rich, but I’m the only one that needs to know my name And those...

Nov 28th

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Nov 27th

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Nov 27th

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Nov 27th

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Just in one of those moods I swear X)

Hahahaha!

Nov 27th

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Fretting and betting I've crossed some line

But do I care? that’s probably a factor of time. its not that I need or want or hold the key to a box twice foretold to ravage and rake with a savage shake the weilder of the missing release. Hahaha pitty them please the men who toil with the least of these.

Nov 27th

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Draw a blank

There’s surely more to you than that stop talkin to me you know they stare so rank not today there’s no one around You can sing about what you have found in the struggle and the strife raise your voice about the life how when you run its a praise not a shun and the colors you spread across white-faced thread are the beasts and the trees that brought you to your...

Nov 27th

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Leave it to my lackluster luck

To be left here rather quite stuck drifting and leaning in an average man’s words contemplating mediocre is really not the term I wouldn’t use it to describe the rhyme or anything inbetween the lines. so sir tell me where do you get this Jeffersonian ideal? When you and I, and others even still would object to this Common Man appeal. you have something, its really...

Nov 27th

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Here we go again

Arch nemesis and friend. Challenging me on what I would call poetry. How he draws that pen. What am I but a ghost? Compared to that poet kin. He displays in vast arrays what I hunger most. Quantity and quality. My gosh how I would boast. But really I am shy And admire on the sly. So my contemporary friend just know How your prose prickles and glows the beat in the...

Nov 27th

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Waking up is a chore even still

Trying to decide: is it fiction, is it real? The shower rolls and snakes across the skin Hands holding tight the heart collapsing in. Eyes forsake light and concentrate On the hum The lulling water Catching tears, those memories that stung. Please tell me is this love or is it a lie? I’m begging please I falter And I fall. Tripping on the nonchalant hi’s. Break my...

Nov 26th

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My search for wisdom: Love songs →

mysearchforwisdom: More than words, when the lace slip- falls down your waste, hanging on your curves, You know me- I am at a loss for words- “You make it hard to speak” when your standing there, right in front of me, “My tongue dancing behind my lips for you, you know I got that from flyleaf, I… Wow, love to wake up and read poetry like this.

Nov 26th

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Nov 26th

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Nov 26th

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Nov 26th

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Nov 26th

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"Do you know any light theory?"

“Not any that I recognize.” “It’s like the opposite of paint. The more color you add the more white the light will be.” “Ah, that makes sense.” Light made sense. Life made sense. Rain that fell in loose locks made sense. But she, Her sense was cross hatched. It sprawled out on the carpet and breathed in deep lusty drawls, dirt and musk and time...

Nov 26th

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It's bearly like the whiskers

Or like the ringed leaves The dirt inbetween. She breathes it. Dewy and thick, Ripe and succulent Rich on the inhale. The Antlers that clasp, interlock, Halo her face. The brown flicker through. She smells with her hands Dripping the dirt Of the dead and moss. If she tilts her head Let’s the lovely hair fall, Maybe they would call her human but the forest They call her feral.

Nov 26th

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First time I've been on Facebook for about 5...

Seriously like 10 seconds and its already gettin’ to me D:

Nov 24th

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Essay I found intriguing on Faulkner's development...

Title: Alienating language and Darl’s narrative consciousness in Faulkner’s As I Lay Dying Author(s): Michel Delville Source: The Southern Literary Journal. 27.1 (Fall 1994): p61. From Literature Resource Center. Document Type: Critical essay Full Text: Critics have pointed...

Nov 24th

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Nov 23rd

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Nov 22nd

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Nov 21st

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I'm a runner

It’s never going to leave me. The mornings watching the dawn wake up. Wake up everything. The meets that hit me so hard in the chest too…my inability to be what my team needed me to be. But even with this love and hate relationship, I love running. To be moving with no machine and staying on the ball of the foot. The beat and breathe, the time with God.

Nov 20th

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I can't help but

Get so detained by thoughts. Dear gosh watch for my car bound contemplation….I usually just drop off speed. I wish I cared. I’ve lived a long time caring and now I don’t. It hurts not to though. When everyone is wound tight about the grade, about the steps, the way it is; it is so coruptive, distorting. But then what isn’t…I need a challenge anyway.

Nov 20th

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It's not that

I swear I promise you. It isn’t when the grass is blinded and the living lights fly. It still won’t be. at least I hope it won’t I don’t have that much faith yet.

Nov 20th

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Most of my memories

It was just me and you Get out of my head, get out of my head Your trying to revive something that’s only partially dead I can’t have this heart half beating, trying to get my lungs back up to breathing Whoever you were You’ve changed so much now. My hand in yours is a foreignality, how Could I leave my closest friend? But its like you walked the streets at night with your skin...

Nov 20th

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Suppa bored....

Wouldn’t mind some random-ass questions :]

Nov 20th

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