My first life lasted long enough
A wife I loved and children real stuff
The war changed everything
Family dead except for my son
where was he when we won?
Forget it all
My second life a depressed teen
Counselors fail to make me clean
Phonographs and tapes
The start of my new life
Why do I keep thinking of my wife?
Forget it all
Third life wasn't strong
Discrimination with my hair long
Women disguises aren't the best in 1900's
This goes with my fourth and fifth
I really wish this was a myth
Forget it all
Sixth was really fun
Did some drugs and went to clubs
Became a show host
They all found out
They started to shout
Forget it all
Aute Lun didn't go to heaven
Nothing phased number seven
His life did not last
Number eight was burned to the steak
That hurt I needed a break
Poor sweet number nine
His bills made him commit
Suicide
Ten and Eleven
Nearly became convicted felons
But they got too sick to even try
Forget it all
All these lives
Do they matter?
Just forget...
Number 12 was one of the longest
A guy by the name of Alex Coneales
I was finally myself again
I made a friend or two
They help me through
They never know
Wilson Maxwell a friend with laughs
He found my tapes, my phonographs
We exchange our secrets
He says he'll help me no matter what
He knows too much so I keep shut
I'M SCARED
FORGET IT ALL
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC
I hate you
Makes you never understand why
The longing for you back
Is an instinct to me
To hug you each morning
To say hello to you each day
Makes you never understand why
I love you
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
Friends right?
They're the best thing you can have,
I have a friend
they are so lovely to me
they love
me.
For who I am as a thing
a girl
I stay
at the place, myself with them
they look
at me and they speak kindly
how do you get your charms...
I laugh
I think they're lying to me
I say
should you not ask someone else?
I
am
----
how
can
you
not
see
that.
They smile
what are you talking about
you're flat out gorgeous!
my eyes light up
oh dear god...
I'm so dumb
they
love
me
for
who
I
truly
am
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
Going home, the dog lied down,
On the carpet floor,
Unable to stand, looking,
Seeing you standing.
You see it in his brown eyes
Barely any light
You smile at that big puppy
Petting his forehead
The IV set in him
His breath was shaking.
Will you be there?
A cry from mom startles,
"He's gone"
Now you wonder what you could have done,
To make that puppy even happier than he was before.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC
"Life is but a walking shadow...A poor player...A tale told by an idiot"
And his name was Colin.
Every day, in and out, day and night,
He pressed buttons for his job,
For the gluttons.
The place he thought in the rooms.
His day life was told, in hymns and stories,
Of men and women and all their glories.
The button was for the wild and bold.
At night the button was for hope in the dark,
Men and women praying for a spark,
So they could cope.
For their lives, were a stain,
On their world of grains,
The world of hives.
Colin sat at his desk,
Pressing buttons pleasing,
to the people appeasing,
His face a mask.
A day goes by,
The buttons do not stop,
His heart as a whole a spinning top,
His mind does not comply.
Showing the eyes his heart a whole,
"How may I save my soul?"
They laughed those guys.
Those glowing, sneering, smelly eyes,
For they have seen the pain of the idiotic walking shame.
He, Colin the poor,
Stopped the buttons,
He was a bore,
To the men, the eyes
On the walking stalking skies
There were ten.
Colin had no care for those men,
Those men standing there.
He stopped the buttons to live his life,
To keep from the place writhing.
Now Colin is free,
From the pain for he,
The button presser,
Was finally slain.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC