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Every word is not
expressed in a precise way,
learn to navigate to each
verse and comprehend.

Poetry is not a roller coaster,
dilate your heart and you'll feel,
each sentiment is not just written
but hidden in mystery.
We would

Ask a receptionist for her autograph
Gather in thousands in awe of linemen
Practice the carpenter’s hammer at home
Invite a mechanic to the White House

We would

Order as a keepsake a plumber’s last pipe
Post pictures of teachers writing lesson plans
Make recordings of a wise plowman’s words
Publish biographies of waitresses

We would

Envy the garbageman aboard his yacht
And the workers’ lifestyle that we know not
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
On a swaying blade of grass
Unperturbed, contemplate
Red Dragonfly
Quivering the forked tongue
Spews venom merrily
Shyster politician
It's not easy taking the blows
Letting the wind remain at a flow
Suffocating silently, no one can understand...
Frozen in time, in a sick wonderland

It's hard to breathe in a time like this
Reminds me of worse and a darkened kiss
Could It be me that deserves this torture
Don't watch me cry, that worsens my horror

It's hard enough to walk this alone
Now here it comes back freezing my bones
These tears can't end, I'm a walking tsunami
I hate my hearts heart, I've become a living zombie
 Oct 2018 Verbatim Lynnie
Bella
My mother is upset;
I comfort her.
My father is angry;
I calm him.
My youngest sister is scared;
I calmly comfort her.

I tell my mother:
I am bisexual;
She tries to beat it out of me.
I tell my father:
I cut myself;
He yells and screams til my ears bleed.
I tell my middle sister:
I am broken;
She hugs me and says,
That’s alright.
This is about how my parents and youngest sister, Carli, treat me like **** even when i care for them.
But its also about how my younger sister, Destiny (older than Carli), treats me as an equal.
 Oct 2018 Verbatim Lynnie
Aaryn
xxx
 Oct 2018 Verbatim Lynnie
Aaryn
***
A sad story
Is drawn upon my wrist
Because
I don't want to exist

My thoughts are toxic
I've given up talking
Because no one listens
and no one is watching

as my mind destroys
what's in my heart
And all this poise
was a lie from the start

I want to die
And yet I'm stuck in my mind
Please let me resign
from this excuse for a life.
If I could wish for anything right now it would be to die.
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