I climb up again
To walk the tight rope
But I am prepared
I got, Fluffy pillows, Mattresses from God, and a bar
Frightened as I walk
I go half way, But I fall
Onto the soft ground of relief

I’ve learned how to make a hole great.
Cooler and entertainment system.
A tiered step system for when I want to see the sun rise.
To see the sun shine on my face and to dream.
Of making it to the moon and fulfilling all of my outer space.

A winter sight I love
Purifies the world and makes me go blind
With each step I take
Relays the soaked, sinkhole mud to which is beneath me
I slip and fall
To be hit ******* the floor of spine shattering surface
And the sun disappears for another storm

Music flows like water;
mixed with electricity in my blood
with the waves reflecting off, through my skin
lets ride the waves.

The pressure cooker blew up.
Grease and fire spread throughout the kitchen and house
I just stand there, not afraid
No feeling-just emptiness
Alive im told -such a surprise
I should be thankful that I didn’t die
What if I did it

slob for no job
going for a second degree, yet cant take a number 3
what will become of me, I wonder
Left pondering on my own since words I hear are mixed
So brilliant you are!
Thanks
Try here and here
Did
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What good am I?

A girl walking through tired and gloomy
While I am high and tidy
Worrying about electronics
While she worries about feeding her family
Looking in her direction remembrance  of the past
Reminding  me that nothing really last.