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When I light the **** after painting my nails,
I realize I should be more careful so I don't
wind up setting my hand on fire.
Then I get high and forget until
the next time when I roll the
dice of little risks again.
Indica pushes her lips
against my nose the
bridge and so
it's worth
it.
 May 2018 Kellie Gray
Grey mirror
He murdered her soul
Yet he is applauded by all,
Because he was born in the spotlight
And she belongs in the shadow.
 May 2018 Kellie Gray
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The other day I showed my mom my poems
"Why do you always write sad poems? Write happy." She says
I just nodded, but I couldn't tell her my code of secrecy.
I write so I can let all the pain go
The pain of yesterday
and the reason that was was that I didn't have anybody when I moved
Everybody was occupied
And on my first day of school, I ruined everything
my words were spoken in clumps
and my pen was my only companion
So I wrote
wrote like the ink was my blood and paper my skin
and poetry accepted my request of being a friend
now my poems act as a mentor and a tutor
I can't give up writing sad poems
because if I do,
I'll lose yesterday
So
So my
mmy lover
doesn't love me
she sometimes wants
to mount up and come o
oror be taken over top while
ms purple hitachi rattles the nub
and if that's the case it's my design to
initiate the act the art as if her will has left
her heart for a better cognition where I'm better
as a stand in mother for the one pushing from the nest
my care is true my fealty
firm but I'm cold without
the burn so all night long
I pour and drink caffeine
I put myself in fire's arms
within my wakeful dream

— The End —