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deadboeo
deadboeo
18/M/Michigan I get high and write poems
Suffocating, he thought for a brief second, of her before his consciousness faded away. Those last seconds of livelihood Brought about one moment. Grey-blue stars floated his way, Along with two rose petals that met his lips in the middle. She spoke with tongue and he understood. His hand snuck its way to her heart and suddenly he was lying at the bottom of the ocean, with no thoughts. Just her.
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Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
Her
Stars are fireballs of death. Being alone in the dark is a quiet spot to think. A girl smiles to hide her deceitful lies. A storm is a chance to listen to the calming rain. Climb a mountain then die on the way back down. Divorce prepares children for life. Rainbows don’t last. Wars can stop nation-wide racism. Butterflies sting and bite like hawk moths. Murderers let people go to heaven faster. Life has to end. Death brings us peace. Darkness and lightness
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 11:31 AM UTC
Lightness and Darkness
She was wearing red shoes, I was wearing nothing At least that’s how it felt when she kissed me With her lips fuller than a Thanksgiving meal Paper slipping through my finger, cutting like butter Gravity pulling the plasma toward the bottom of my feet Leaving behind a dark red laceration with a pulse A barrel that is 30 years old, filled with fine wine I turn the nozzle, which bleeds a perfectly ripe, healthy red And lands into a smaller barrel with a handle on its side A brown mosquito lands on its first meal. He drinks and drinks and drinks and never feels full Until finally he takes his last drink, ever, And becomes more red than brown Brighter than the ocean’s reflection of the sun, Sink your teeth in deep to the crispy skin of a red apple Then absorb what it has been producing it's whole life A bouquet of red roses face down in a trash can A man picks them up with a smile on his face He walks away but soon it won't be the roses prickling his hand Red. By: Kadin Bowling
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC
Red