Where Harvard gets us

Good god

My life maybe not so recent

Standing stove based, 

Alone among many.

Conversations abound, alone,

I am breaking.

I am tired. 

(Property of loch)

-loch 

Glove compartment

Brown hair almost black

Tatted

Whisky nights and

Smoking on the front stoop,

Telling you things only for your ears

You fade like moonlight.

(Property of loch)

-loch

Come in

I'm still young enough to have my heart broken a few more times. 

-loch

Keep on breathing

I thought I'd been in love before, heartbroken before.

I've watched my family die off slowly, and maybe I'm selfish, but there is no pain quite like this one.

I will win.

-loch

Love is a verb

There is a sweet moment tonight

When the cool rain air sets on my skin

And you are miles away at a bar

Maybe feeling the same thing.

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I wrote that, it's mine.

-loch

Nothing scares me

"Experience: that brutal teacher. But you learn, my god do you learn."

-loch

Work

The moon is fuzzy on the curve,

Holes speckled through

Then black.

I wonder if you're looking at it

200 miles away,

Drinking FranZia from a beer mug 

Lighting pall malls like me.

I wonder if you remember the weathered bronze ashtray, 

The fading red paint outside my old place.

I wonder if maybe I imagined you

Like the moon imagines an edge,

All fuzzy

Then black.

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I wrote that.

-loch 

You know that it will

Suddenly everything is euphoric

- loch. :)

Unforgettable

"I will always do more harm than good"

-loch

pompeii

Maybe this post is pointless, but I need to vent.


In the past two days, I did a drug I swore I'd never do again, spent hours on a front porch crying, hid from a stalker, was rendered homeless, made the choice to move tonight with absolutely no planning, had literally all of my possessions stolen aside from the clothes on my back and a bag consisting of only my server apron, two Vonnegut books with a letter inside that never got sent, my wallet and various liquor company paraphernalia, made and received several phone calls to and from the police department, was kicked out of the only place I had to go at two in the morning in the pouring rain by who I still think might be the love of my life, slept in a motel six, took a ride from a stranger out of desperation and had my cab fare given back to me by a driver out of pity, all the while intermittently stuck in a hail storm. I woke up this morning under the layers of blankets in one of the cheapest motels in one of the cheapest parts of town, naked because my clothes were still sopping, entirely alone, and throughout the day while waiting to utilize my one-way bus ticket out of town I've cried (in a starbucks, on the street, in a public library typically frequented by the homeless...), I've laughed at the ridiculousness of my life (realizing that I, too, was now one of the homeless frequenting the public library, etc), I've sent pathetic messages to a boy who doesn't feel, I've wondered "why me."


Now, I'm pissed.


I've been complacent for a while now, hoping that if I coast for a while I'll be able to breathe and figure out how to keep up with the speed of the thoughts in my head and I'm realizing, ever so slowly, that the reason I can't keep up is not because I'm not adequately equipped to, it's because I'm jogging next to their sprint. And I'm pissed off at myself for allowing myself to be weaker than I am, and I'm pissed off at the people who believed my charade for not seeing through it.
Maybe I needed to ruin everything to get it all back, but all I can think is that the best way to do this is not to lay in a bed I don't own and wallow, it's to punch the world in the fucking face. Now that my entire life has been smashed into bits, I can rebuild, and I can finally take what's mine from the assholes who think they've won.


Sorry I've chilled out for so long, everyone. I forgot who I was.
And now the bitch is back :)


- Loch


p.s. to the boy who doesn't feel, I'm not sure if this is over, but if it is and something so basic could ruin what we had, if this is really what it all comes down to, I just want you to be prepared,
you'll miss me when I'm gone.