if yo!u!
write



like
e
e
cummings!
(it must mean that) you are something
to be rendered
beautiful
ind
(i
e)
pendant
and
curious.

something special
be c a u s e
of
so many
spaces
in between



your thoughts.








or if you write/right like a monster,
pete wentz, singer of songs,
breaker of hearts; backs breaking, hunched over keyboards.
no apostroph(m)es!
(fake) self-deprication. spell everything rong.
every 14 yr old girl, eyes squinting, trying to figure out the trendiest way to be depressed next. clue! its all in the wrist. down not across.
slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaash.
inevermadeasceneididnthavetoididnthaveto.



the list goes on for all eternity. no matter who you are i can see right through you. i write my thoughts like i think em. so if that means you get comma splices and run on sentences you'd better take it and enjoy it because every word could be my last. sometimes i just dont like capitals. or punctuation. sometimes i'm just going to keep on writing without pausing (for dramatic effect or-) for commas or periods because what i have to say i have to say i have to get it down RIGHT NOW and if it stays inside of me one. more. second. i just might burst. let me tell you this: there is more to this world than poets who never took a proper english class or 27 year old boys. there is more to this world than bands and scenes. there is more to this world that internet drama queens and hair in your eyes, there is more to this world than you or me. you dont think i know. i dont act like i do. i do. i know so much that it tears me up inside. sometimes the bright lights have us mesmerized and that's okay, as long as you eventually come back to where you came from and realize that we all started out the same way and we're all going to end the same way, too. there's no internet heirarchy when we're all reduced to ashes. dust to dust.




deep down we're all just a bunch of fakers.



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