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Larry Potter Jun 2021
It was the inevitability of rain
And its unbridled beads of pearls
Kissing my parched window sill
That percolated inside the crevices
Of my temperamental mind.
The sunless sky unlit my listless eyes
Pouring heavily from the looming clouds
The morning coffee looked just as dismal
As the free-flowing muddy waters
Receding toward an abyss of false finality.
Each sip echoes the pitter-patter
But the drink unstripped better in memory
The aftertaste left much to be desired
Like the bitterness of unwelcomed hellos
That came after our sun-kissed goodbyes.
Larry Potter Jun 2021
We all need some poison to feel alive,
A dose of familiar pain to survive.
Everyone is a little sick in the head,
Just a bit too awake to play dead.

Get addicted to a distilled brew,
Drink until it spits back at you.
Intoxicate your troubled mind,
Give your soul some peace to find.

Swipe like it's your last night on Tinder,
Make your bed and invite the stranger.
Burn your lips and ignite your heels,
Then take your morning after pill.

Smoke a joint and call it even,
Sniff a pile to enter Eden.
Embrace the needle just to feel,
Dance with Death to find the thrill.
Larry Potter Jun 2021
Promises don't break
From shallow stumbles,
Downward spirals,
Or bargained mistakes;
But people do.
We always have been
Fragile little things,
Brittle sculptures
Of fragmented kings;
Forever in need
Of constant fixing.
Larry Potter May 2021
A gargantuan force
Sat in idle unrest
On a worn-out chair
Hellbent in disrepair
The grotesque unbecoming
Midst the evening antics.
The soiree didn't mind
The overburdened seat
It chose to anchor motion
Too indulged in the notion
Of exchanging pleasantries
Across the gold linoleum floor.
Too late to close the door
Pity the masquerade
Trampled by the serenade
Of an invisible weight
The uninvited guest
Now a guest nonetheless.
Larry Potter Apr 2021
I'm not making mosaics
from these shattered parts
of my fragmented heart
hopelessly holding on to the past
because unlike stained glass
which can be mended anew
and pieced together with glue
this will heal down with scars
that will ache like the stars
how they flicker in the dark
'til they lose all their spark
   leaving only a trace
of a broken embrace
I'm not making mosaics.
Larry Potter Apr 2021
Tinker with fire,
you of cold heart.
Burn your neck and thighs,
while your frozen wings break apart.
Feel the heat of the moment,
Until your bones grow numb to the chill.
Guilt is but a frostbitten payment,
You'd pay a thousand times still.
Larry Potter Apr 2021
Scribbled
thoughts in shambles
plucked from the tangles
beneath brambles of rambles
of feelings scrambled
to compose
these prose and expose
a thorn of throes
juxtaposed a paper rose
poise to propose
free from the fetters
suffer the splutters
stutter between mutters
utter the letters
let the butterflies flutter.
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