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RELthe1st
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You invited them in You let them at your table You let their child play with yours You let their cat near your dog You let them wine and dine on your account You let them bind you and your spouse You let them put a gun to your head You let them put your child to bed You let them take you to their car You knew what they wanted You knew you had the answers You knew it was your fault At least one of these is a lie Can you tell which is which?
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Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 11:27 PM UTC
The Plot to a Terrible Thriller
Lulu Little had a mysterious start to life No mother father or siblings to speak of Three nameless kids with one father Absent to each, hers to keep clean But you see Lulu was thrown out onto the streets Barefoot, pregnant and nowhere to call home Then she was picked up and put in a shed Giving birth to three babies alone Then strange people came and took her away She slept most of the day away Arguing with the neighbors and a few mouthfuls in between Occasionally she still wonders about her babies In the night her new mother whispers to her about them Lulu may have grandchildren by now She certainly acts like a grandma Moaning about her woes Sitting in her chair licking her wounds Falling asleep for 22 hours straight Oh before I forget just let me reiterate Lulu does all these things and she does all these things because Lulu is a cat
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Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 1:27 AM UTC
The Life Of Lulu Little
22 years old and it's my birthday an old classic free on streaming it's worth it to see the look on everyone's face the whole thing is great, but one thing I find funny is like Donald said make em laugh make em laugh make em laugh what idiot goes singin in the rain that's a terrible idea but it's entertaining anyway a silly old movie on a night full of rain taught me even if they bury you alive at least you made em laugh
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Feb 27, 2022
Feb 27, 2022 at 1:07 PM UTC
Quote of the Pictures
On the steps of the theatre in the streets of London, they saw each other. One in a red coat the other with splattered glasses from the downpour Their eyes met and the memories of long ago nights filled their heads. The one with the red coat offers a smile both friendly and in farewell The one with the glasses offers only a nod and heads through the doors A day later that coat is missing, along with its owner never to be seen again Two days later the coat reappears with only a pair of glasses in its pocket.
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Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 8:05 AM UTC
The Red Coat
How committed are we to days and nights of peace? I’d say soft guitar music softens the pain As does a good book, wan sunlight, a walk, Maybe all three on a perfect day with Soft guitar music in the background Noise is accepted. Visitors are welcome. Nothing better than a small thing to look forward to The path outside awaits Gentle music for an hour-long break The phone call that reminds you it’ll be ok Anything soft, anything gentle, Anything that may send you off to sleep Strumming soft guitar into your brain
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Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 7:59 AM UTC
Soft Guitar
Well now, haven’t you got the prettiest shell? So smooth and glossy, bright and slick, And so unique! So different from everyone else! Although… Are you sure about pink? Doesn’t seem right Not green! It doesn’t suit you! You don’t want black! Too boyish! That much red?! What an eyesore! Oh, don’t look so blue! We’ll get this right You know the young ones always look darling Always pure white, they look so angelic Wouldn’t you want to be more like them? It was only a suggestion dear! Don’t storm off in a strop! What’s wrong with you? Think outside the box? Why would you need to? I’m sorry darling, I guess you just - I guess it just doesn’t...feel like you You know, I think we’ll just paint it for you! How about a nice white? Maybe grey or beige Oh, no dear grey is too ugly… How about charcoal, a nice dark shell yes? You’ll blend right in! There we go! That is much better! It’s perfect this way You’re perfect this way.
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Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 7:38 AM UTC
Painted Shell
I am not sure what to write about Change What changes could I possibly mention? The way your legs change to blue even if you wrap them up with care? Or the way you best pray that on a particular icy day you don’t run out of underwear? The way your nose will turn pink and numb and we will start to hurry through our exchanges Because the more we don’t talk, the sooner we can get to warm and secluded places Where we can’t be bothered by hustle and bustle, where we can use the cold as reasoning As to why getting out of bed is a hassle Later in the year, the orange will turn to green, for those with allergies our throats will clear And the sun will cause our skin to singe, will cause our dairy treats to melt and ruin our binge But for some of us, the cold leaves with our excuse for privacy and voices hit like the heat ‘Come outside!’ they cry ‘We never see you anymore!’ But you’re afraid to step into the sun, afraid to feel the burn, no matter how much you want to Because your legs may freeze and your nose may turn pink in the cold But the panic in your chest when faced with a warm laughing world is far too old This is most likely not what you expected when you asked me about Change But I’m afraid we’ve spoken too long so leave me alone in my chosen cage
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 8:26 AM UTC
Changes
You don’t know me And you do not know my thoughts I do not know you Not your name, nor your person So I don’t know whether or not I’d want to be near you or leave you to rot If I looked at you would you rock my world? Hardly, your appearance is the only thing I would observe And then we would never again cross paths on this earth I love cats yet you might prefer dogs I live where it’s sunny yet you may hail near the fog I travel by car a short way, though I’d gladly board a plane To travel a great distance, But maybe you’d board a bus in an instance. Are you one to flinch when someone raises their hand? Do you have anyone? A friend? Anybody with whom you have made plans? Are you tired of this world? Or are you learning to join the dance? I could believe anything about you because I will never meet you You are a stranger, not unlike a ghost And yet today, you are in my thoughts the most
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Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
Identity