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Dvali_T
31/Texas I don’t post every little thing I come up with that might be poetic.
At a drive through window I saw a man cross the lane Limping In clothes not fit for the cold Looking half-crazed And all alone And on the verge of something terrible From depression Or addiction Or both Or god knows what Or how many reasons I told my wife that I was thankful Because, without her, I could easily see myself in that man That wild-eyed, shivering man Who knew only hard truths And so seldom has good news to tell Often with more troubles than thoughts To handle them all Looking in a mirror And seeing yourself truly as you are Can shake a person to their core She didn’t say anything, my wife, But later she cried, I think Because she knows how much misery I carry around And how close I am to something terrible From addiction Or depression Or both Or god knows what Or how many reasons My love I did not mean to make you cry You do not have to Without you Where would I be? Where would my cold feet Find warm fire? Where would be the nourishment for my insides? Where would I be limping along? Where would I be gawked at By some uppity ***** in a Toyota Eating food I wish I could have And thanking his lucky stars he isn’t me?
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Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 9:37 AM UTC
***** in a Toyota
He doesn’t smile too much in private But he’ll *** me a cigarette When he’s stones he can’t hide it And he seldom takes a bet I’ve known him for many a year And it’s a little hard for both of us still To continue with just being here But I’ll tell you about my good friend Bill He smiles at the lyrics Of the songs that I bring And I know of his spirit ‘Cause it shows when he sings He’s lost far too much And deserves so much more And I think he thinks he’s not enough To be anything anymore He’s distant at times and stubborn And he can drink like a fish in the sea But when you both wake up the next morning He’ll give you the smoke that he knows you need He’s a little lost right now And he has trouble picking up But every time we do, somehow Things are right where we left off I left him a message on the number I have And I hope sincerely that he hears it And I hope in time he doesn’t feel so bad And we can both get drunk as **** I don’t think he will call too quick I can’t expect that, really But I tell you right now I’d go through some **** If it was for my good friend Billy
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Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC
Hey, Billy
Hello there, Kettle My name is *** You’re blackened metal And I am not You are used for water-boiling And I am used to cook You are such a soiled thing But I have such a look! You find yourself, I am sure, An object of ridicule And I am found all the more As absolutely critical Do not pretend to be so true As to walk the path that I’ve got Do not pretend that I am like you I assure you that you are not You must endear to be like me Old Kettle, I’m helping you out You could change if you’d only see You’re the one that sticks yourself out! So go away, dumb Kettle, Go away you silly old fool Do not make me come and settle You down ‘til you know the rules: If you feel, do not speak Not to me, at least But if your hunger will not leave Perhaps you need a priest Or someone else who can deal with this And the problems I’ve outlined, as well Because I don’t want to deal with your ******** Just get some ************* help I am the *** You are the kettle I am not like you I am not like you
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Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 6:09 PM UTC
*** and Kettle Sit Down to Talk
A handful of pills stared me in the face Looked me in my eyes and asked “Do you have the ***** They tumbled across each other As I turned them in my hand, thinking “Do I have the ***** I chose one And broke it in half And put the rest of them back I stared a handful of pills down Looked them in their eyes and said “I guess I don’t.“
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Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
A Small Blue Handful
I found a flying striper It minded it’s own business So I asked my mother what it was She said it was a bee And that they could be dangerous But that they made honey And that some people kept them I saw in my head a farm With nets built into cages To hold all the stripes And I wondered if I could get Used to bees And In time I did Their stingers are sunk Deep under my skin
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Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 12:38 PM UTC
Getting Used to Bees
Not one person in this lonely world Walks on some singular path alone But every once in a horrible while There are those that come up and push you along Here is a toast To those that boast And say they wish you well When all along They sing some song And march you straight to hell May they rot and grow crazed In their shallow graves For what they did in life And know that sin Is what fills the graves in Even if they don’t remember it right
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Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 7:40 PM UTC
Music is Magical II
Lights haven’t looked like this Since I was in my teens Messing around with my hood rat friends *** and amphetamines I took a handful of Blue Dolphins That were thirteen bucks a pop If we bought ‘em in bulk, I guess As we did more often than not Or maybe a few of the triple stacks Red something-or-others, I think They didn’t work on me this time around ‘Cause I threw ‘em up in the sink Now I am in my thirties And my scripts **** with my brain I know I am speeding my ***** off But at least I feel like old times again
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Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
What Drugs Do
Here’s a catch-twenty-two You’re ****** up when you’re ****** up ****** up when you’re not
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Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC
Haiku-22
I have begun to think about The many times I’ve fallen down And realized I had no crown Because I am no king And I cannot even imagine how I don’t know the path that led to now But I’ve tightened my hands onto the plow And stood up after everything Most of the time I’ve been around I’ve wanted to find a poetic way out Because living this way is a little too much to bear I’ve been talking to myself as I lie on the ground Wasting my life, losing weight by the pound But I guess it’s fine because I’m still here I guess I’m fine because I’m still here
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Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 5:07 PM UTC
Fine
God **** me God **** me Why can’t I ever see What I should probably be I may never know Any better than this Because God ****** me Oh yes he did God **** me God **** me God **** my hands God **** my feet God **** my thoughts God **** my breath God **** my life God **** me to death
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May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 6:11 PM UTC
Oh Yes He Did