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 Nov 2019 Orion Lesneski
Elle H
On that night with bloodshot eyes
Who wants a shake, who wants some fries
I surfed the waves, stopped to swim
The light was on, but now it’s dim

A talking meatball, nitwit shake
Contentious fries, all in my face
Mindless droning of rusted gears
Drilling holes between my ears

Where’s a awl, where’s a knife
Someone please, poke out my eyes
Loose me from this garish spell
A wine induced living hell

Give me a hammer, NO! A rock
Something to slay the screeching box
Give me strength to fight the fool
Else a bucket, to catch the drool

All logic is wasted, as I slip
Down the drain, a steady drip
Mindless, gutless babbling dolt
To dense to run, to slow to bolt

Caught between the haze and hell
Falling deeper in the well
I close my eyes to stop the pain
The steady slipping of my brain

Wake me, wake me, wake me please
Life’s too short for this disease
**** me till my senses wake
Free me now, before I break

Up one night, with bloodshot eyes
Please…no more shakes and no more fries
The light is on, but quickly dims
I’d rather drown, than chance to swim
The ocean and the sky
The place where the end and the endless meet
The place where they dance with golden embers of fire
The ocean and the sky
The place where the endless and the end meet

Hazel eye
Outshining the darkening sky
And the dancing ocean premise
Brilliant laughter
Brighter than the dying star

The ocean and the sky,
Where all the ends meet
 Nov 2019 Orion Lesneski
Ike
Duality
 Nov 2019 Orion Lesneski
Ike
I hate love my life so much
I wish it would just end go on infinite
If my entire life has been torture
My entire life has been beauty
Every waking moment pain bliss sleep
I can can't decipher or begin to explain
Yet I am forty eight words in.
Forever to end beginning tomorrow
I love with all my heart
I am dead inside.
It was the biggest pumpkin in the farmer's field.
The one that he was going to steal.
He was doing it as a prank.
But he should have taken more time to think.
The pumpkin was watched over by a Halloween ghost.
Who waited to turn thieves into toast.
 Oct 2019 Orion Lesneski
Vic
A poet's finest words,
Are the ones he left unsaid.
The words you can only see
By the tears on the paper.
That was all he ever had.
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