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zik-mayeaux
zik-mayeaux
American Short Stories. Poems. / / Read it n ' weep.
What's your headline for the week? What's your game-plan this time? What cause are you fighting for? Grab your bullhorn and get in line. What bandwagon are you riding on? What views are you speaking now? What protest will you picket? What new beliefs have you found? Tell me why you fully commit to things that normally wouldn't mean **** Speaking about this, that, and those Issues-of-the-month is the life you've chose. You can't seem to embrace your past So now you're a bandwagon type-cast What's your overall goal here? What's in this for you? What possibly would make you change? Which life are you going to choose? Why are you lying to yourself? Why do you keep up this rouse? Why am I even caring? It's been 8 years since I loved you.
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Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
Ms. Bandwagon
Back in the beginning, with no end in sight Knocking down walls was our daily fight White bones burning with a cherry red light Living out of bounds on the wrong side of right Ain't no time to be kind, what is yours is now mine Howling out sounds that can not be defined But who knew that we could never find the time To feed our hourglass with one more dime There was a purple sun rising out in the east Tears were shed from the burden of your beast Our boats drifted away, getting to far to reach The sun had set and no longer would you cease. So play on my friend and play forevermore I sure I'll see you again when I get to that door The marble has been set and the dirt piled high You may be gone, but you'll never leave my mind
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
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Butter me up Roll me over Red rover red rover let Orville come over. Pop it up Fill the cup Handfuls down Popcorn crown.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
Movie Theater Butter
"Was it something I said?" He asked as she writhed around to the opposite shoulder accompanied by an exasperated sigh. "No." "Was it something I did?" He retorted. "No. It was nothing. Just--nothing. Now, please, turn off the ******* light so I can sleep." Defeated, he reached over his bedside table with weeks worth of night-time water cups bungling up his path to the switch and turned out the light. She was gone in the morning. He woke up without even noticing at first. She usually woke up before him to have fresh coffee brewed, accompanied with a poached egg or two, but those were better days. He knew they were growing apart, but he never imagined he would wake up to an empty house. He felt her falling out of love-- and it was all his fault. The little things he never used to notice seem much bigger in hindsight--but, as they say, "hindsight is 20/20." The way her hand fit so perfectly in his as they would take their nightly walks. Her stories of her workday that used to deem a nuisance to his ears now seem like a beautiful aria of yesterday's loss. He stepped out into the hallway and felt a cold breeze coming from the living room. He slowly sauntered from the doorway with his head held low, feet scuffling the carpet. He stepped in to the opening of the living room to find the windows facing the rising morning sun wide open. "--the **** he muttered. He hated the cold, and it was this particular morning that seemed colder than it actually was. He quickly scurried to the open french-door-type windows and slammed them shut. His head came slamming against the panes followed by a lull of silence, and then a deep and heavy sigh. ****
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
Falling Apart - A Short Story
"Was it something I said?" He asked as she writhed around to the opposite shoulder accompanied by an exasperated sigh. "No." "Was it something I did?" He retorted. "No. It was nothing. Just--nothing. Now, please, turn off the ******* light so I can sleep." Defeated, he reached over his bedside table with weeks worth of night-time water cups bungling up his path to the switch and turned out the light. She was gone in the morning. He woke up without even noticing at first. She usually woke up before him to have fresh coffee brewed, accompanied with a poached egg or two, but those were better days. He knew they were growing apart, but he never imagined he would wake up to an empty house. He felt her falling out of love-- and it was all his fault. The little things he never used to notice seem much bigger in hindsight--but, as they say, "hindsight is 20/20." The way her hand fit so perfectly in his as they would take their nightly walks. Her stories of her workday that used to deem a nuisance to his ears now seem like a beautiful aria of yesterday's loss. He stepped out into the hallway and felt a cold breeze coming from the living room. He slowly sauntered from the doorway with his head held low, feet scuffling the carpet. He stepped in to the opening of the living room to find the windows facing the rising morning sun wide open. "--the **** he muttered. He hated the cold, and it was this particular morning that seemed colder than it actually was. He quickly scurried to the open french-door-type windows and slammed them shut. His head came slamming against the panes followed by a lull of silence, and then a deep and heavy sigh. ****
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You were a pretty girl, and I was pretty lame I got lucky when you agreed to take my name I tried to stay away, but she came closer everyday I never thought I'd miss her, and I never thought it'd be your sister I got close to you To get closer to her You have the eyes But she's still prettier You've got the books She's got the looks And I'm on her hook ..Yes I'm on her hook I'm sorry I had to move you out this way I went from having you, To having her, To being lonely all in one day.. ****
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Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
Mr. Sister
The curves of her mouth match the curves in the road and I can't see in front of me, head first into unknown. The headlights flashing are warning me ahead "Honey, you better steer to the left or else we'll be dead." Drowning in the lake with the ghosts of yesterday who've died the same death and were left here to stay. Turn the radio up and roll the windows down, the wind sweeps across your face and gives you a crown. I'm the King of the road with my Queen by my side we'll take this whole death thing with grateful stride
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Veer Left
If I was given a chance I'd steal you a car If I was given a chance I'd grab you a star If I was given a chance Wouldn't have to go too far If I was given a chance ..you could love me. If I had a voice I could sing you a song If I had a voice I could tell you you're wrong If I had a voice It wouldn't take me too long ..to tell you I love you
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
If I..
Lying down, In a haze, In a daze For days and days Take this pill, Don't drown, Head is spinning Round and round Throwing shoes Swigging gin Win or lose Again and again leap of faith hold your breath today's the day for love and death
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
Throwing Shoes
I'm so in love with you Makes my nose wrinkle, and my toes curl I'm so in love with you I'm so in love with you Makes my stomach gurgle, and my face gets purple I'm so in love with you I'm so in love with you Makes my head spin, and my insides curdle I'm so in love with you I'm so in love with you Makes my eyes white and my ***** more fertile I'm so in love with you
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
I'm So In Love With You
2 for 4 dollars? What a steal So, how's about you give me one, and I'll make you a deal... Or I'll hold it against you-- 'till you're on your death bed And I'll never let it down It is now forever in my head You better square up, Better settle your bets It's time to make me happy Because I'm as sad as it gets 3 for 10 bucks? What a steal! Now, how's about you give me all of it, and I'll make you a deal... I won't hold it against you, or give you feelings of dread. But if you EVER let me down it's you who'll end up dead
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
Square Up