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The problems at your bedroom side
The crazy calling up at night
The way you talk to move your hands
The way you slither up the sand
Hissing and sparkling
Like the man outside your door who wants a piece of you
 Aug 2019 Lone Chimney Sweep
ryn
Force not,
the coming of the ink.

Judge not,
what you feel and think.

•••

Then put nib to paper
and make your mark.

Let what flows
be brazen and stark.
Dear God just make the thoughts stop please
I let my heart
Become the canvas
I let my blood
Become the ink
I let myself
Write your name on every page
 Aug 2019 Lone Chimney Sweep
Em
after a while the caffeine grows weaker, the cold splash of water grows warmer, and the sunlight grows darker.
things change for the worse all the time.
and one day I realized that I was no exception.
 Aug 2019 Lone Chimney Sweep
eli
it’s been a while
since I last wrote

here I type
and please take note,
that I am nearly dying.

I don’t know when,
but I can feel it.
I don’t know why,
but I am sure of it.
 Aug 2019 Lone Chimney Sweep
J J
Including the hangover,
                                       that's two wasted days.
May your day be rested and may your heart always be beautiful.
May Christ always be purifying your heart filling it with Love.
May your nights, be calm with an renewal healing within you.
May your sleep stay peaceful , and you always get well rested.
May the Good Lord always protect all of your finances as well.
May everyone whom meet you know that you are Bless and special.
May everyone that you meet see Christ within you and love you.
May you always know deep within your heart that you are loved.
May your love for Jesus always become stronger each day here too.
I want to say yes
Yes to love
Yes to seeing summer
Fireworks
Yes to new experiences
And yes to......
Before it disappears
On me.
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 Aug 2019 Lone Chimney Sweep
Boi
Color because living is desolate without it.
It's as if I can hear color & that's why
my
background is something she'd said.

Color because skies & seas dull without it.
As if I can feel color & that's why
my
conscience is in willful quandary.

Indigo because Emerald is too zest
and she isn't.
My, my;
how bruises could turn out so gentle.
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