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I hold my pen too tight as
I strike the page in pleasure
and put the alphabet in order
to scream ******* in a poem.
It hurts so good to be heard.
The wind blew up her dress.
  Those lips sang to me from
  shore like sirens of Ulysses.
  I was tangled in the sight
  caught in a net of memory.
  I was trapped in her riptide.
I'll stumble over for a visit.
   I'm kinda' drunk.
   I hope you're not too sober?
   Are you insane like me?
   Contrary as a crooked line
   and seeing my favorite ghost
   on sleepless midnight's asking
   where have you been my love?
I go to sleep feeling dread
    in the morning I feel dead
    fog never lifts from my head
    I need Methadone to be fed
    I can't forget what she said
    Take the red pill instead.
 Apr 2021 Exosphere
Jason
Resistance
 Apr 2021 Exosphere
Jason
Loving you is like playing tug-o-war,

Except the rope is a lightning bolt.

❤⚡❤
 Apr 2021 Exosphere
Jason


It's not an altar

If I don't worship upon it

(Even if I still whisper prayers)


It's not a pedestal

If you don't stand atop it

(Only, I still look up to you)


It's not a quest

If you're no princess

And I'm no hero

(Yet, I still seek out dragons)


It's not a dream

If there's no hope

(And I still wake a million miles from you)


© 04/02/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
 Apr 2021 Exosphere
nivek
space girl
 Apr 2021 Exosphere
nivek
space girl womb bearer
suckling Mankind

scar tissue mind strength
a soul on fire.
If the smallest particle in the universe does not have a mass, then I you  and the universe does not exist !
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