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 Oct 2016 Gaffer
KathleenAMaloney
Call it Judgment
Whatever you May
If not  Love
Light the Way
Entrance the Imagination
To Guiet Fortitudr
WIsdom
Dripping
Hot
Inspired
Come....
No thanks
 Oct 2016 Gaffer
blue mercury
i. (lights)
paper lanterns
floating through the sky
halloween evening.
stars.
street lamps.
you are, you are, you are(...)
(bitter tastes are filling my mouth
but the acidic poison makes my tongue glow
glow glow in the dark.)


ii. (mathematics)
one plus one is two.
a real number.
me minus you is an imaginary number.
(it doesn't exist, but someone created
a way to make it exist.
i'm forced to exist
without you
by the rules of life.)


iii. (truths)
******* hell.
you are a baby bottle boy
and i'm a pacifier princess
we can't both be in the same place
at the same time.
*(maybe i'm wrong)
idfk
 Oct 2016 Gaffer
Matt
I wasn't at work
I hardly work at all

I don't have a fulfilling career
And I don't care

I am confident in man's ability
To destroy

I was called a liar
This morning
I've been called
Many negative things

Some are true
Some are not

I have watched gay ****
But am not gay

It is the money
That gives people
The right to judge

The money
That gives them their power

American dollars
Who will be elected this time?
I could care less

I'm just hear to do the minimum

I'll march to the beat
Of my own drum

And I won't be here for Christmas

I masturbated while writing this poem
Lol
 Oct 2016 Gaffer
Irene
sadness
 Oct 2016 Gaffer
Irene
The worst type of sadness is when you want to cry, but no tears come out...
Written on 10/31/16
 Oct 2016 Gaffer
nivek
What one word from eye to heart
will make you act more kindly?

What small song heard in the soul
will make your own soul sing also?

Be kind to yourself dear poet
and sing of love and beauty

For in so doing you share kindness
with all others listening out for its sweetness..
The black spot on
my heart that has
spread through my
body like a plague

The great river of
ice, confessing to
the coldness of
my soul

I swim, battling
the tide of my
innermost thoughts

A wanderer who
hates the loneliness
of the road

The palm of my hand,
empty
 Oct 2016 Gaffer
Irene
pain
 Oct 2016 Gaffer
Irene
It's funny, isn't it? How beauty and art can come out of pain...
Written on 10/31/16
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