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Grant Collins Oct 2018
reminisce in this charitable bliss
bestowed upon you by a single kiss
by the blood in my veins
and the air in my lungs
take the heart out of my chest
as the love song is sung

coming undone
the lace to my shoe
weaving back in
to be taut anew

take not me for granted
but a wish i may bestow
take me back in reverse
from the end of time to long ago
  Oct 2018 Grant Collins
Barker
People are like clay.
We can mold to adapt.
We can change how we look,
But not what we are made of;
And if we are left uncared for
We become as hard as rocks,
And that's the tragedy of living.
(c)ibarker
Grant Collins Oct 2018
Dropping dead
Lost connections
Touched in the head
Rest I will in bed

My coffin awaits
A message on top
"Come in" it dictates
The ground beneath shakes

Ripped apart
Presumably dead
Unrepairable
By needle and thread
Grant Collins Oct 2018
Why is it that?
Why do you think I can?
How could you expect me to?

If I could tell the world one thing
It'd be that there's more than meets the eye
Don't look to the ******* sky and sigh
You don't know what that other person's thinking
Their mind might be slower, jumbled, or sinking

Into a dark abyss
And they're the only one that knows
You might have a little clue
But all you care about is little old you

So your off in your own world
Missing the point that connects the dots
You think just because you got the hots
For me, you can ignore what you want to see
Even when it's especially clear to me

So this is a rant
And I can't even begin to describe
How your arrogance can get televised
So you ignore the rest of the facts

By focusing on what's observable
Your strongest skill
Gives a stab to the back
It's a heavy attack
That I can't slow down
That I won't slow down
Because it's coming from me
And it's coming from you
If you think that I'll help
Well you think me a fool
You use me like a tool

By getting some spotlight
You think I won't see?
Everything else that attempts to blind me

Thin and opaque
Mirrors hide truth
Failing to see
Our realest reality

Absorbing energy
Darkened soul
What you choose to give me
Leaves a gaping hole

So wring me out
And leave me to dry
So I can get used again
Thank you and goodbye
Grant Collins Oct 2018
Luscious lips
A taste so sweet
Desire sets in
Building up

Reducing speed
Momentary appreciation
Pleasure
Taste tester

Leave early
Company longed for
Return I will
In due time

Set in and relax
Days don't go too fast
Stay the same every day
Valuable time
Whisk me away

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