And ****.
You read these poems one after another and some, most they seem to blend all together.
But ****.
You keep reading and then there's a WOW and you remember why you joined hp, in the first place.
before the hash tags,
and ****.
that poem was wow, and hey I remember the passion, the free that was once there.
and ****.
thank you.
for reminding me the passion is still in there!
cause ****.
let the passion live on my friend.
and ****.
THRIVE for ***** sake
your already there my friend

yes mother its tight around my neck I'm all ready to go
is the chair set up?
camera ready?
okay.
bye.
the mother pushes her daughter off her chair, the noise of a cracking neck lingering in the
bitter air.
the body is removed.
the mother watching the entire time, participating even.
family.
tying the noose around her neck.
taking the chair.
ah the love.
dearest you can be sane now, in your dark new home.
all by yourself.
finally.
you can be at peace with what was and will now never be.
thank you.
sweetie, the noose it's all set.
bye.
honey, I love you.
a few chuckles lacking innocence
torment their quiet minds
...

I took a quick puff
and of course it sent me reeling
of course I would fall
because quite the clumsy ****** I am