Sebastian Williams about 2100 words.
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Oslo, Norway.
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Little Poems
by Sebastian Williams
萨巴斯汀
I always thought “there must be something”.
So out I went, to go chase it - whatever this thing was.
It didn’t even need to provide meaning.
Mystery itself was intriguing. The world was open.
Because once my life in Norway was up, I knew new things would await.
We were kicked out of the park, so we went abroad instead.
I’d rather live, than end up dead.
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Why box yourself in before you’ve entered the ring?
I’ve started playing to win.
Keep going, wherever it is you’re going.
Through plumes of smoke did I face myself.
Life renews itself, and so do you.
Better tag along.
Chase the present.
All else will come to you.
I told myself fifty times to get fit
I got off my ass and did a little bit.
Then I quit.
Half a dollar for every “this is it”.
Legit, I would be rich as shit.
The river was my childhood mirror.
The silent pressure.
Some tension.
The eyes of others.
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Attention.
I don’t remember everything.
But this is what stuck.
Pink juice, peen inside.
Go nuts!
My musical flute.
Ignite the change needed!
Contribute your own meaning.
The real deal, are those willing to feel.
Achilles’ vulnerability manifested as his heel.
The boldest walk naked.
Only greatness is ageless.
Brick by brick I built myself.
Word by word I wrote myself.
Let the bass pluck at your soul!
You know who you are.
Stay true to that.
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Welcome change as a friend.
Show me the man who never grows old.
Show me the man who is not made of bones.
Tell me the story once never told.
Poet’s grass knows my secrets, it was whispered to the winds.
They kissed and told a stranger's hands of stranger tales from stranger lands.
Learn how to float.
Do you remember the beginnings?
Do you dread the end?
Are you with us, this moment?
Or already dead?
I may be blunt, but
I say all of this for a reason.
Keep going.
Little shrimp, you taught me how to smile.
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More alive - quicker than the rest.
Your wisdom was sparkled with youthful zest.
Mountain peak in the distance.
Be my mistress.
The children of Neverland have a dying wish to be free.
They do not travel like the rest of us.
They flee.
Focus on what’s important.
The rest is noise.
Listen to my heart open, and spill all these little poems I’ve lived!
Great glorious grandness is the only true madness!
The mighty edge.
Close to death, dear to life.
Erase the edge, fall of the ledge.
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Play it safe, hit the brakes.
A paper tiger cannot growl.
Bones of buried men built this.
You seem like the one to ask.
Imagination is a wonderful thing.
I couldn’t imagine life without it.
Life is a death sentence.
Darkness may you shy away.
Face it with courage through the light of day.
These are the little poems I made.
Fucking confidence, that’s all it is!
It’s the biggest attraction there is.
The big boys with expensive toys.
Their wives shop in expensive stores.
But the mistresses are all cheap, fucking, whores.
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I don’t get tired.
I just rest when I need to.
Art is my calling.
This is my voice.
These are the little poems I wrote.
My life has bubbled up to this point.
So much, so fast.
With more to pass!
So much to grasp, this vast past left behind.
Do not follow me.
Do not succumb to foolish idolatry.
Fuck it, don’t screw it.
There ain’t nothin’ more to it.
The tune is back! I’ll be back soon!
A route was loosely planned.
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Our roots stem from different soil.
En route towards crash.
A beam of love was burned to ash.
Birdy Phoenix, my lucky helix.
Bangkok genius between us.
We touched, and thus...
Spin the wheel of chance, goddamn!
Let the ship crash!
Venture into memories!
Oh-wee!
Madness, baby!
This is my ship, and these are my little poems!
Get ready for adventure.
We’re going somewhere, and getting there!
We’re young and cool. Too beautiful for school.
Charming fools.
I ain’t scared.
Fuck around still.
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Good afternoon to the wine bottles’ bloom!
Victory to women!
Victory to men!
Filth and dirt flirt with flowers.
I cherish my chores.
Be by me, baby.
I want you more.
I died in a previous life.
So I know.
A slumped down, sober silhouette.
Inherent struggle to digest stress.
So he dismantles reality by thinking less.
Comfortably numb in the opiates’ nest.
Sunny and warm, as he snuggles with death.
The heathens of suburbia.
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Believe in nothing but disturbing ya’.
Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!
Rise high.
Aim.
Claim your name.
I slit the snake, and let it burn.
Now it’s your turn.
These are the little things I made.
I call it poetry.
They’re fresh from today!
Are you ready to play?
Bravo, Maestro!
Nothing’s unheard of.
The human experience has infinite nuisance.
Tap into that jittery bolt of youthful revolt.
“Give ‘em hell”, and other masculine quotes.
Quick tokes and dirty jokes.
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Pride in being common folk.
Is there a recipe for art?
The wolf and his women.
Lustful eyes & lullabies.
A dangerous thrill came over her.
Just by giving in.
I know a freedom that only I will ever know!
But return was always imminent.
I am real!
I take up space!
I’ve written so goddamn much these days.
I’m truer to who I wanna be.
Cliché, I know, but I feel more complete.
Simply put, I’m more at peace.
Because with practice, comes ease.
Maybe I’m cocky to someone.
They may think what they please.
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I ask myself these weird questions.
Then I wander towards wonders.
I’d even look under the bed, for a chance to see monsters.
I’m a ridiculous dude.
But I showed up in new shoes.
I’ve allowed myself everything, by letting go of so much.
I’ll fart on your lunch for no real reason.
Promise me one thing.
Something.
Keep going.
You and me, we have an unspoken understanding.
It just works.
You can love everyone, but you can’t like ‘em all.
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The whole world already knows.
I’m inspired by glow.
We should be less serious.
Man manifested meaning to cope with living.
Innovation is never within an arm's reach.
Familiar won’t push you towards unique.
Extend your reach, step away from everything you know.
And just go.
I’m so happy with myself, I don’t even miss you.
Catch my poems in the next issue.
My bottle is empty, I drank it so fast.
Optimist, pessimist, whaddaya call that?
“An alcoholic”
Shut your fat ass.
Andrea, you have not the faintest idea.
Leave a new job for a two-seater.
Come live with me in Andromeda.
Let’s ride until the blue sees us.
Take the wheel, Jesus.
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I recognize that hunger.
We want more.
Lysergic Acid is kicking in.
I feel a come-up from within.
It prickles wondrously all over my skin.
I’m ready.
Let’s begin.
I love my dusty ass typewriter.
Crazy chinese.
These are my files of freedom!
I walked down the road with no aim and no goal.
I saw myself go!
I asked where I was going, and then I went back home.
I’m here to help.
You don’t want to be saved.
Does writing help?
“It brings real closure”.
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You’re talking to yourself!
If you fear death, you’re already a victim of life.
No wonder why one refuse to grow up.
Look at all those who went down.
Look around.
It didn’t even matter how nice they lived.
The art of recklessness is not about fun, it’s about hiding from the sun.
These are temporary days.
It’s impossible to stay.
Keep going, wherever it is you’re going.
Persistence will bring you there.
Be prepared, don’t even think about being scared.
What can we all agree on?
Wars are fought in the name of peace.
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A den of nightmares opened all at once.
My friend's friend was shot.
Dead.
My friend is spiralled down into the bottle.
Full throttle, eyes hollow.
A broken man, shocked and damned.
A man collapsed like cookie crumbs.
I sat with him.
I was there.
He needed someone to take care.
Street life, slum drums & dumb guns.
Life is cheap. Really cheap.
We’ve stopped partying for fun.
The hole is deep.
I wish I could absolve you of your haunting blame.
To be vulnerable is to face pain.
To be vulnerable is to know strength.
Conglomerates ain’t human.
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Music knows my emotions.
I want to share my human experience with you.
A parent holds the greatest influence.
Bombarded by unclear notions.
Go out in the garden and smell the roses.
Sit down, shut your eyes.
Breathe.
A job?!
Is that all?!
A fucking job?!
You gotta be kidding me!
Ha ha ha.
You’re funny, goofy looking.
No!
Not you, the other one.
The one behind YOU!
Psyche.
Bills kept calling, talking about bills.
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Cigarette, the youthful signature.
The romanticized death deliverer.
I’m waiting for you to catch my flow.
It ain’t a race, roll slow.
It’s a marathon, so swing low.
We cruise by, in slow-mo.
Spring winter wonderland!
Suddenly went bang, bang, bang!
Good God, how good you are.
Good God, how sweet you taste.
Nipple kisses.
Sweetness.
You are a frame and a core.
Thou shalt be weary, if thou travelst alone.
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Leaving a place thou call home, with no plan, purpose or phone.
Be weary, thou might want to stay gone.
I remember a late night landing.
I remember camelbackriding.
I yearn still for all things untold.
Fiery bombast!
Sweet, sweet goo.
Erotic herbs...
What it do, what it do?
Majestic gates, humble houses.
Subtle beauty is all around us.
You’re mad I left, and that’s alright.
This wasn’t forever, call it a flight.
I wish you all the best.
Valley man, valley man,
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Williams / Little Poems / 19 this valley is only in your mind.
Bloody feet & beer bellies.
Bandanas knotted, clusters of bananas.
You ain’t been nowhere without ruining your sandals.
I’m ready to win!
I have eight names.
I pick out truth, wherever it grows.
A fruit contains seeds, and those I can sow.
A peaceful home is boundless strength.
Distract yourself from drama.
Focus on what’s important. Keep going.
Recycle your baggage.
Early mornings, chinese dumplings.
Late nights, barfights.
Cut through the prattle!
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Destiny lies in your ambition.
In a pack, you learn how to act.
But in this life, you’re on your own.
Age is not a number.
It’s a word.
All you need is a windproof lighter.
Welcome to Mad Man Land.
Keep going.
Misty mountain breeze.
Chilling whisper.
Tranquil easter.
Listen to the song of leisure.
Feast the moment, and the little things.
True beauty is “magic” obtained.
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Inhale fun.
Being born is no burden to bear.
Conduct mutiny over evil and scrutiny.
What is secret?
Is truth not evil?
Artists are children who never stopped playing.
Adults are those stuck in their ways.
These are the little poems I made.
Youthful beauty is free of shame.
Unconditional love is the everlasting flame.
Fuck fame.
The world is kneeling before me, an invitation to what I want it to be.
Infinite fucking possibility!
Melting.
Words are useless.
Why not strive for something important?
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Is repetition stagnation, or is it emphasis?
Superstardom is not for mortals.
My seventh name was Seven.
Keep going, don’t stop.
Wherever it is you’re going, whatever it is you’re doing.
Let it all out.
Keep going.
Truth is temporary.
Fire burns within believers.
Man is kind, mankind not.
Rest peacefully, regardless of how you went.
If there’s anything else, after all of this, then the adventure never ends!
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The living experience, that’s all it is.
Reality is not a meme.
The sound of youth is a large
FUCK IT.
It is revolting against
THIS VERY MOMENT.
Wanna make money?
Find something nice.
Buy it all.
Make it exclusive.
The boat to California is leaving.
This could be your everything.
Remember who stuck close.
We dared take the extra step!
Onward!
We are dirty with truth.
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Do not disturb our substance.
It’s disco time!
Rewind.
Nice.
And it keeps going!
All you deserve is reality.
That’s all there is to give.
I saw two struggling friends open up, a shocking shift into tears and truth.
For my next chapter,
I’d like to show more of my compassion to perfect strangers.
I have risen above the hole of self-doubt.
I’m strong enough.
Nature invited me onto her bed.
I’m not explaining my name.
Good morning, y’all.
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Yesterday I realized that people who garner momentum are attractive beyond attraction. Momentum, energy, activity - it attracts more life!
The no-balls of the world will follow those who dare.
Determination will bring you there. Don’t be afraid to take the wheel. This is your life.
This is my testimonial to the light of day.
These are the little poems I made, and this is the man I am today.
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