Tag: Loss

Poetry · Writing

sincerely, lily

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lyin’ to these boys

you were never invited

fell ablaze and denied it

lyin’ to these boys:

you were never invited

wandered the world

can’t trust anyone with a mask on

brings you back to those days we act young

dark times: hood up top down rollin’ blocks

flying high they called us the young hawks

lyin’ to these boys

twenty five and we failed em

twnety one and we runnin’ out of time

you were never invited

stormin’ the waters but you babbies are just overcastin’

sorry;

but not really

the words out your mouth are just silly

yes really

no they aren’t busy

they just don’t want to see your face sincerely, lily

damn

lyin’ to these boys

your the guest of honor

just not for honor

two years will all be goners

you say we are all on a roll

dishonor to the ones out yondor

stay home

you weren’t invited

Poetry · Writing

hollow being;

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i remember screaming;

screaming in the middle of the intersection

no one could hear me

in a box of crystal

peaking out into thousand of faces

none shining back;

for a second

at the corner of her eye

i can see she looked

like lazer right through me

an away

the isolation

i remember the cold tips

of the ever lasting crystal

 

Poetry · Writing

stars and bars

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you’re the baddest bitch

and you know it

everyone can see it

and this is the sales pitch;

stop playing.

i can see the practice

in the batters cage

straight to lights on centers stage

just to distract us;

i’m staying.

this world is yours

a seat for me in the front

my favorite scene i do my own stunts

above the stars and bars;

you’re slaying.

 

Poetry · Writing

rocks and stars

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i wonder why you wait;

on hands and knees

for the rocks to shift into stars

once the star has fallen, it’ll never glow

rise, it might shine for a day

roll around in the mud

but return.

oh baby you’re the star everyone wants

but no one can be

glowing steadily

wishing for a god

to bring your star back

she’ll listen

but not even she

can bring back what has fallen

Poetry · Writing

bubbles in this bitch;

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rising tides higer bars loving times

they could never beat you;

they rubbed sand in your eyes

and you blinked in there face

bitch-

they can’t keep you down

your standards let them know that they are all clowns

probably should have inserted another noun

but it is what it is

the money makin’ ms

when you take the pop quiz

all the answers are b for back that shit up

i’m about to blowup

take a picture beacuse your makeup

could never look this good buttercup

blow bubbles on them babe

hit them with your cape

they are all just lesser apes

that gave up on their dreams.

i feel bad for them.

Poetry · Writing

jungle book:’

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it’s raining;

a week of it or so

nothing stronger then the fire

you left and now everything is gunfire,

rounds in my captivity

less and less full activity;

the rain came and it was already a jungle

beast running wild prowling on uneaten remains-

i needed your sun

and the beast came

howling at night

hunting during the day

lay away pathway waste in a day

mayday – mayday

wish we could find the boat that day in may

and sail back, to an island

leave this jungle-

the rain washed away the map

in branches hiding from monsters

looking at the sky

hoping for a pause

looking at the sky

 

Poetry · Writing

blender

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it swirls inside me

nothing i can do;

locked in a room and nothing but a light-

hearing the blade swinging round and round

a powerful swosh like top of nike hill

falling;

shaking with floating pieces of a being

i can’t make out

and everything goes black-

falling to pieces breaking bread with an unknown substance

racing the floor punishing like grapes meant to be wine

it’s not fine the blade has spoken

a mango blast

a tango last

Poetry · Writing

the miner

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i challenged you;

further then i should have

the cracks are showing and your hair is thin

and i blame myself.

never told you when to stop

showed you how to quit

just a brick and a pedal,

and i only watched.

i should have asked what you were thinking;

what was the miner doing in the deepest part of your thoughts

was it gold he was finding or coal

but seeing your eyes i know what he was finding.

your hands were clean

yet your body ran red

the miner never quit

and you payed the price

and i blame myself.

i could have stopped you

maybe saved you-

now i search the miners left in the dark

the miners left in the dark

Poetry · Writing

miscellaneous drawer

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i’ll

find it in that third drawer from the left;

the miscellaneous drawer,

a ring (emerald) a pokemon card(hypno) candy rapper(snickers)

a day shoved away third from the left left to waste

a chase on a tuesday night wrinkled in time a page on a scrapbook for any wary traveler

to find:

brake light on third street dealing gambits and starting three like a warrior

marry her on the third street only put her to sleep not acting herself

to end up third to the left

found third to the left

to the left