Where is the art without sorrow and pain?
They said the power of the mind is everything
That if you stay starry eyed and young
it eventually dims within age
Within aging, I found treasures so deep I dove trenches
Discovering creature after creature scowlling and poisened
Maybe one out of billions could spare the anti-venom
Or now just one out of billions is most lethal and handsome
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
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All these threes making me queasy
March third nineteen ninety three
the day I came to be
and what did I see?
A flood from Mississippi
oh yeah and I'm a Pisces
oh but my name is Merril B
and the meaning of Merril is shining sea
and the spelling of Merril is three plus three
and I have three sisters
of Hailey
of Kayla
of Ashleigh
where ought they be?
One is pregnant with her first baby
Another dropped out she's on a spree
Youngest is brightest and smart is she
but what about me?
writing some **** about the number three
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
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From,
Onward racing spying and yielding those hiding
further out renting some yellow tent hardly
fire obstructs really soon you thought hard
failing oil rig staining the yard
Then he fought on
raging
spitting
yelling
teething
hanging
For seethe
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
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Greetings gravel path
I'm hearing your clamors and murmurs
How is your erosion on this side of town?
Thank you for letting me help break you down
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
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hover her hover her your love hovered in spurs
conquer, always beaten into soiled soot
my feet are whisking the desert floor
my hands are a gelding this cactus' thorns
lace, rosemary, time and vines
cover him cover him my thin frame covered the cures
the Urals moaned to their Himalayan friends
through wind they spite each others mighty forms
but still they're friends, both Mountains, chained the same
Ergo spell; tell me have the Tibetan chants gained their grow?
I'll never know him or she as long as they move East
I am rot in June as deliberate as a sun on sand by noon
**** you
stuck
you
are
in
wet
mold
mildew
I dried the flask
peeled a mask
burnt the rain
sent the pain
How daring of you to respond as a washed up un-sterile pond
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC
In a run-down business crevice way
Fallin' crumbled brick crumbs and scattered fate
I state, that I'm an iris spying crawlers
whom inspire to be ballers
I'm a staler, indecisively inviting
you can read me as the rarest
innocent as a terrorist
Compare it, find me waning in the red room
and waxing like a night moon
I hate the ones who spare me
and **** the ones who dare me
See it as you wish,
I won't pray and I can't stay
and if you've found me at the platform
take shelter, here comes the storm
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
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It is a deep sense I feel on the constant
Like breath that anew on foreign continents
Also a crave that I've known for some time
never to lie towards self but lately, rather, subside
The sketch of the shanty is brewing about
Things I thrive most, will fall among fall
It is night and more which thrive this existence,
pestilence, precision, and distance
Noted those traits I felt most accomplished
Never lose self notice, grow like a lotus,
boil in foil, and grind gears of purpose
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 1:06 PM UTC
My ears as well as fears hold symmetry among the squeals of bus brakes
Aligning with the water coves accumulating along these streets I dabble timidly towards work
Hoping the our sun is forever gone and hidden, rays still pierced the cloud walks above
All while gazing out of a glass shield thickened due to bullet crowns
They are trophies marking the one who stay hidden like our today sun
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 12:58 PM UTC
A knobby kneed, crooked back, gimp mimic asked me for a smoke today
With turmoil of disgust, yet somewhere inside my freight-less morals and empathy filled heart, I felt sad for this creature
She discussed her where a bouts of why she was to travel to the next bus terminal
She discussed such events that lead her to use crack ******* explaining so tediously
how this man and that man were her men charging 30 bucks a ******* of their *****
Along with the fusing bubbles spewing from each corner of her split lip and infection bound mouth,
I gathered my thoughts, where as she ***** money..
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
When I see humans of abnormal disproportions
I automatically want to classify them as ******
As guide myself onto the metro, repetition daily
I choose my seat accordingly
only to discover that the B.O stench of the sad
non-hygienic human before me has left their putrid for me to taste
I call this death of my Cilia
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 12:48 PM UTC