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Keith Strand Nov 2020
Left hook right hook
Can you not see?

After all you took
How you hurt me?

I take hot showers
To cloud vision and pain

Like depriving death’s flowers
Of all their rain

Make me kneel
In coals that are hot

So I may feel
When I’m shot
I was just spitballin’ here, hope you like it
Keith Strand Nov 2020
If it had a voice
it would shriek

It would scream
into the pitch night

Never to be seen

If it had a body
it would ****

Lay waste to empires
through the night

Never to be conquered

Yes, a ravager in the night
the war cry of an iron will
Keith Strand Oct 2020
She loves my respect
and odd idiolect

Hey there cutie
I'm not your true love you see

But for a night
I'll make you feel alright

If you'll let me
I'll help you see

A world of oddities
among the commodities

The stars above
and the call of a dove

My words may shock you
but you'll find them to be true
Keith Strand Oct 2020
Man
how simple times were

How chaotic they seemed
before I knew

Friends and lovers are like sand
slipping from your hand

No matter
how like iron your grip is

They go

Leaving you
and a blank page

Don't even try
to write on it

You'll quickly find
your ink turns to rage

Blood flowing
from a bone pen

And you will look back

You will look on with disgust
and try to never trust

never again

NEVER AGAIN.
Keith Strand Oct 2020
I tried
to build a house

A fortress
to keep us safe

But you

You had other plans

A sledgehammer
broke the bricks

And concrete
was no match

I still wonder

If he hadn't offered a home

If you would be on the couch
cozying up next to me

But that doesn't matter now

Two saw this broken house
and decided it was home

Refugees
huddled around the fire
Keith Strand Oct 2020
Hey kid

your warranty is up
the demons are here

what's your play?

Are you gonna stay?

come now, don't fight it
let us take you away.

there's a cab out back

just step in
and we'll take you someplace

far far from here.

no, it doesn't matter where.

this wretched place
hasn't treated you fair

they say they care
and still want you to stay?

c'mon kid, it's time to go.

maybe tomorrow
they'll lie and say

they loved you
and act shocked that you're gone

come with us kid

you'll be safe when it slips

and watch as your body drips
Keith Strand Sep 2020
Zoe
White scars
with bright red paralysis

Burning blood

The white
is too bright

Soft glow
of turbulence in calm

Burning eyes

My friends and I
we hide

In a burning prison
in which we fight

Incinerated heart

These things broke me
a shattering that anyone can see

Holding my glass
hands bleeding

Red as I stab

Everything I don't like
until I die

With an incinerated body and mind
For and about my friend Zoe
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