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6h · 13
T.T.T
You don't know how I love,
sitting here is riddle to the fact,
exactly composure to exposure,
A quietly to about,
those lonely graves,
horror films with no doubt,
Comes a morning with FBI flags,
and leaves me with a redden rag.
6h · 15
oxygen
I may get no reply,
its breaking
and I'm no liar.

I'm no American,
its a simple bye bye,
No clause ascendants

Free of never alone,
You don't ever see,
the hearts I'm breaking,
your tongue, sweetie.

Heaven's
a still water,
congregation,
filth before filter

The shaking body,
prostitution,
I can't confuse it,
Awoken  I am hit
And I'm of no oxygen
upon his breathe,
last upon death.
8h · 52
secret.....
This creek runs so deep,
my voice has no release,
Secret are my fingers,
typing up my poetry.
8h · 19
reborn
Lies are mixed up in this stew,
illustrating can be so cruel,
there's a voice left or only a few,
a witch will boil the brew,

Under water, the happening,
reborn again as a shiny,
flip and no, there's no tails.
I'm not under breathing
of the dice rolling heads.

I'm reborn.
Check mate again.
Flushed with red cheeks,
I'll now begin shooting.
unto the wiser,
simmers up the same,
it piles up,
and a tablet's dissolved.
Lets all make up and play pretend,
cowboys and Mexicans
Lets all shoot off the cap gun,
and a border for the run........
the sentimentality
of green eyes resolved.
9h · 46
shore
If I was born 60 years before,
when people spoke to faces,
I would have looked in your eyes
and faced all of the scrutiny?
Is it true that doves only really cry
what does that leave for humanity,
when the tide always leaves the shore
upon blessing of your skin pores?
10h · 34
School
Yes, I remember as children
I stepped off of the sea-saw,
You fell flaming so fast
But your tears gave me no blast.

The red-ness scratching
not pure as your golden locks,
I wasn't here to wake up
and you were as blue as the docks.

Catholic school with all their rules
and the library tomb of overdue books,
Giggling beside me was a little daisy
who thought it was laughs and funny.

I could re-examine
all of the exams,
that make up the tools,
Or its time to disarm.
10h · 81
She is lovely
She is lovely,
very pretty,
rosy red lips.
attracting
all of the sins.
Radiant green eyes
reveal a queen's card
Uncomfortable
of her skin.
She wishes,
" not a thing to me"
I'm a human being....
11h · 48
passerby
Colder than the fields
of those dewy mornings,
Bolder than the wield
of swords on Mondays.

He may casually sleep
but hates he rarely dreams
trembling lips weep
a rusty anchor underneath.

He swings a scythe
grinding his teeth
Wishing passion of lips,
instead of passerby tips
11h · 28
Untitled
What was as sweet as candy,
but got broken by the storm,
I slept under my bed,
Lightning would sooth me,
but footsteps echoing.....
You tried to shoot every bird
in a formation of a fleet,
but again, you only shot down one.
Pinky swear is forever sworn.
I'm far beyond,
a simple craving,
beast of heresy,
words are twisty
like twisties.

A time to devour
is the witch's hour
but has no honor
sacred of fragility
beautiful & kindly.

She's only 29,
but sweeter than rose wine,
a silence cracks the breeze,
salty is no pepper-mint,
but all cars have dents.
Not long before experienced.
1d · 48
lies
A feather falls out,
of his left rear pocket,
nothing to rave about,
continues partying a rocket.

Turn out dry running of plumbing,
an end to days of running
a cease to a blob's that stopping
is always a child's **** lies.

Don't try to turn water on,
a freshly made little scone.
I said no to raspberry Jam,
not in any way, another jammed.

But excuses are just coughing,
playing up motions of the day.
I wish I could work out,
this song's they're are about
head-smart are drone flies,
Your scent of strawberries
and you never sprayed the fragrance.
They don't go to bed with **** lies.
I need to remember,
what mama said,
to live peacefully,
A cold peaceful breeze,
as good as I have the fan relieve.
I'll keep it on me, blowing,
As I continue to breathe.

I won't shiver under sheets.
Know I dream restfully
but not dreamily,
My imagery
carries my scars.

A night peacefully,
and clouds seemingly,
I know of my sins,
they seem to pass through me.

Next day sunrise,
Aware-ness to flares,
All of the zombies
I'm trying to clear.

The red-zone I've cleared,
but is it free of my fear,
when death is always near,
switch from  4th to 1st Gear.

No........

You can't escape the fate,
of what we did of all the hate,
of the muscling strong,
burn in all the longing.....

Can you see through me?
1d · 34
wing gush
I can't mock
the funeral discretion
shaking hands
with a stranger,
brought us together,
in this now and ever.
The catholic faith,
though I don't appreciate
She's waiting for me,
once I get it all together.
Seagulls that flock,
with no pretension
upon shore of lands,
two costs of feathers.
I doubt this but the wind
and all of the trees
are a wing gush underneath.
1d · 81
illumination
I escape to a shiny lake
where waters are calmer,
my mistakes are not raked
and the waters are warmer.
But without sting rays
and cold-ness of days,
This town is deserted
and the bar is so empty.
I dream of flirtation
and of illumination.
So much for singularity,
bringing one to peace,
and thoughts come tumbling.
What is colder than the rain,
warmer than the soaking,
faster than AN OUT OF CONTROL TRAIN.

What is older than God's wisdom,
Moves rapidly like the pistons,
Words that you say hesitantly,
when the smell is pleasantry.

What goes on behind those eyes,
and the impact of belly-ful cries.

Why do we wait as our one's to die?
1d · 83
wiser than God
I was wiser than the God
who captured a red vessel
that I pressed my head
towards your chest
and could hear it beating.
Eyes sparkle angelic
and a puddle slip,
ends all of my dreams.
I wake now to the barking
of a senile old beaten dog.
An evaporation drinks
up the pavement puddle.......
1d · 67
pigeons.
" Get off the road, quick!"
Listen carefully,
Maybe just in Australia,
they all say that.
I don't know......
Honestly, listen to a pigeon next time
" Get off the road quick!"
She walks and they talk
through the food-hall,
asian cuisine on the menus
a tray to help yourself,
sits alone with
her ginger chicken
spicy and hot,
doesn't feel alone
with the strangers
chatting a-lot.
Waters flows from fountain as she showers
Siren with the lust just to have children,
She's only looking to score, not for thee,
Babies are on her mind, like the daisies,

You think she lusts with the things she'll do
but her body hides feelings in your gut,
seduction, memorizes, temptation,
Blue eyes like lagoon, you don't have a clue,

Seeds are the only thing and not your weeds
Trust becomes the stale of your bread crust
After she slits your throat and the next chapter,
birth to her little one was your small worth.

joy, man's child he can't enjoy,
Siren knows sacrifice has forgiven.
10 syllable per line, first word of each line must rhyme with the last and must end with a tribute to the subject manner of last  two lines. Oh and 3 stanzas plus end tribute. There are other rules if you look carefully at the ending words. First stanza - 1,2,1,2 Second - 1,3,2,4  Third stanza - Non-end rhyming Tribute - 1,2
Ryan Quatrain - Feel free to give this intricate rhyming scheme a go with your own poems and pm me so I can take a peek, please.
Pour salt on the wound that's healing,
intensity pain of the one bleeding,
Ride the seas to tease of emotions,

May the storm come forth and electrify
as I touch a live wire to say goodbye,
the haunting keys of the piano presses
gets softer as I lay, the sound lessens,

Last thoughts are of the sea-gulls
stealing our chips with vocal cords,
sneaking in to fill their tummies
as our lips lock together yummy.
2d · 133
Dreams (Expire)
Where's there's dreams,
there's always disbelief,
clouds of silver lining
coins tossed in fountains,
ages covered in grazing,
wishing for lover lazing,
blinded as such to poison,
sprayed on every flower.

Lit up is the exit sign &
evil the twin that binds,
and for love we give a sigh
wishing moments to rewind.

A wish to do it differently,
comes across all too frequently,
Does the diamond ring sparkle
worth divorce & note hackles?

I'll tell you all a story,
of my past glories
My dad was proud
but look at him, now.
Don't believe the wishbone,
standing under the mistletoe,
Dreams will come crashing,
and the blood stops rushing.
2d · 44
Ravens
The raven's beak smashes into the eggs,
to eat up the yolk and take one for the road,
for his mate who distracts the humming-birds,
by flying close to the nest and causing distraction.

By the time the hummingbirds realize,
what's left in the nest is a yellow slime of a mess,
their babies lost to the hunger of these evil birds,
smart, intelligent and as cold as their deadly eyes.

darken sharp wings and no love in their eyes,
they'll snap up anything that can easily die,
worms, insects, eggs & the babies in the nest,
Satanic birds, be at your wariest.
Every ****** black book has a name in it,
and yours is in every page I have written,
every story ends with stakes that are gory,
I wish my genetics were tight and so holy,

Wisdom comes from those who breathe,
but they don't inhale in all of the death,
Pigeons pick my leftovers near my knees,
they trust me because I'm of earthly,
I'll leave some seeds upon my legs,
they'll fly up and begin to peck,

And I'm free, as chaos restrained,
until what's left is bloodstain,
A river run dries until fills with red,
I forget the last time my wrists bled,
I have enough ****** to sleep forever,
I'm just sick of being the leftovers,

I dream a song to go with her whistling,
the cold, left me freezing and bristling,
the wise man says, conscious will remain,
but I'm hoping to catch circling train,
That is empty of all the carriages,
but I can go through remnants of luggage,

Swallow what's to lead me to sleep,
everlasting, peaceful and angst dreams,
End this life with her ****** black book,
signing off, on the day of grief that shook.
little cracks recedes in the pavement,
weeds growing between cement blocks,
the random-ness of fruit placement,
some get bruised and hard around the clock.

the mystery of cutting of the arms,
when the ***** bleeds inner turmoil,
a hair-pin's gold in every barn,
hidden within the hay and the soil.

Her gentle eyes creates my tomb-stone,
a dove comes to pick seeds of the red roses,
over time the flowers dry and rot,
like first day I was placed in a cot.
3d · 50
skip hopping
I'm skip hopping the ropes
Tired of trying to cope,
losing sight of all hope,
taking all the dope.
On a slippery *****
A random  country goat,
the paddles without a boat.
I try to warm the air,
but arn't no country fair,
I'm in the city,
and a zombie.
Tells me to stop writing
I want my old life back please,
Before I'm deceased,
but wouldn't you believe....
In 50 years , I have my legacy.
It will be my poetry.
There's a constant buzzing
its in the nearby garden,
I can see the unique beauty
of the butterfly wings.
But I refuse to engage,
I reinforce this cage.

The colors so much captivate
but there's a drowning to the wait.
Can't you just understand me?
I've driven in with all my pleas

Its not a square but the stanley,
I'm trying not to get so wasted,
A screwdriver can never always,
sometimes the screws will run and run,
but never settle in and to the stead
A square though replaced the Stanley,
can't bring upon a release of the breeze.
3d · 134
xmas gift
A gift that sparkles in city lights.
like xmas trees in December nights,
Dazzling eyes and gorgeous skin,
Pale like the typical English,
but radiates like a burning fire,
the red of clasping barbed wire,
an angel spawned into mortal flashes
more than worthy of the moon's blesses.
My bones free of Anathema's heresy.

You make me a believer.
3d · 40
saintly
Goodbye to rest-ful
of a night' sleep,
& that I need it,
A conscious is what I need.

Take that part of  ****** limbs
with the blade that's Serrated
my thoughts remember serenaded
forged in ****** Mary's salvation
and the guilt of  flocks of sins.

Goodbye to trust,
grainy over tasty white,
sins of the lust
and fills me no blight,
erase that part of me,
that sickly of a demise,
fills up me with Burdon,
sick of being un-deserving
but the waves  washing bringing....

I wish to kiss the forehead
of the saintly Jesus,
but I'll never be worthy
of the one so holy.

Goodbye to this waste,
a bitter tombstone taste
saving are the bottles
which we trap the insects,
and lets roll over the pins,
Its easy to judge the monomict,
a rock that never has a cause
but I'm so sick to my guts,
of denying all the facts,
what matters a true monument
ignore all  talented  scientists
but which a son God did once bring.
3d · 64
dreamily....
We and are the dreamily stage
and now its bad unkept leftovers,
The town stage has been frozen
and lost forever in her maze.

Sun claws to surface spitting dirt,
That sweet girl like strawberry yoghurt
never took to eyes that never flirted
your words as friend asserted.

Break the golden vase upon my chest
always a kindly breath of a guest
a final spectre of a past event,
let go as gentle beach kindly flows.

A brick cracks through concrete.
walking through the city and its places.
swan with a frown and I imagine a gown
gorgeous skin came from which she sown.
What if, the horizon ends, as I walk to the top floor
Will I find Jesus, a broken mirror, or an evil black cloak?
Fractured eyes, a dead silence, a hope to not be more

Tunnel waves, trapped inside, no soul but I
Will I dream forever, not wake up, eternal slumber
Hope no nightmares, wishful thinking when laid
burning soul, light a match, gasoline over journal

Perhaps a chance, greatest lover, be by side to end
No Poisoned chalice, warm to hold, cradled in arms
Restless us, we too tired for sleep, break and then bend
Calamity, inside of me, peaceful sanity, golden charm

Meaning of life, found a soul, not my own to love
What’s above? Decide my sins, flooding within I
Point your finger, aim it to neither hell or above
I just want, forever darkness, no aware-ness when died.

Endless nothing, tired of something, too weary to go on.
What’s my truth? Poisoned apple, cruel existence here
darkness in mind, can’t picture but imagine black swan
Greatest day, love in the rain, tidal wave, then aimless fear

Time for judge, jury and executioner to hang my sins
Burn thy corpse, never existed, painfully was never here
Time advances, forgotten legacy, never was in my skin
My ghost looks on, forgotten in their minds, I disappear.
It can't get better,
than the flow of ice,
drifting of your eyes,
a taste of buttery cries.
smooth and silky
as the tide is shifting,
while the raft,
has a hole and's sinking.
I could have had a gorgeous hug
from a daughter as a morning mug,
stimulates without the alcohol,
or a son at his first day at School,
A father washing the dishes each night
as she cooks, its the thing that's right.

I'm cooking into a storm
eating all the grassy worms,
You could always dish
but I couldn't take it.

Gorgeous is the Unicorn's mane
Gone tomorrow a useless name,
bring on all the storm's lightning
Harrowing is truth she sings.

Eyes sting of that sea salt,
I walked in amongst a cult
and the realization
was still loneliness.

How low can a shadow branch
as rusty shotgun at a ranch,
terrible are leaves diseased,
but at least they are conceived.

And the fiery flames in your hands
don't hesitate like little clams,
And a borderline in chalk
The shadows always walk.

Never will try to amend
You always dish it out
but I couldn't take it,
lonely is the saucer about
I'm tired of all fleeting
I'll never be your friend,
emotions are in drought
Keep wishing I will die,
I'll emerge a butterfly.

Keep dishing it out,
I refuse to....
but my emotions
always feels it.
Sadly,
hoping,
wishing,
tenderly.

All through the night, I hear the howls
of a wolf's heart pounding away
without the predator's angry growl,
looking for fate to sway its stay.
Sometimes the hooting of the owl
is on hold until the very next night....

Your absentee is noticed as warmth is removed
as the car battery conks & there goes ignition
the heater turns off as the car won't start over.

Sometimes a spark of magic can ignite
and the wires will spark that little flame,
while frosted windows are lost in little details
and you can hear a beast searching the trails.
I took my lovely niece at 9 years
to the city as she's never been
She grasped my hand, through the fear
of strangers, never known and seen

Never a father but that time I felt one
Paternal over an innocent lovely one
I grew her confidence at the movies
A disney film that was spooky
Such a lovely bond her and I

Now, she has kids of all her own
So proud of how she has grown
Still so lovely, and so strong
And a lover to that she belongs
4d · 65
Demons
Spitting, wisdom of the snake,
injects me with paralyzing venom
damage done, what could I have been?
I contemplate softly, to devil seen.

There's no comfort of warm blanket,
My eyes are open to satanic lies,
but also to the un-truth of a God who died,
Spinning top, to cries in wind as I fly.

There is a dark shape that follows me,
Beneath me, over me, swallows thee,
guilt builds up, like a circus which never stops,
I hear the whispers whenever I eavesdrop......

I get swallowed by pain that's hallow,
I am but cargo to my evil shadow
I sit and sip my intoxication bliss,
I am but the this to what I'll miss,

I am all but innocence in my own eyes,
I can't live with my own sins and lies,
I am but anyone to catch dove as she flies,
I am anyone to turn to with questions why.....

This demon, it sits and watches over me,
waiting for vulnerability that it will see,
I am the guilt lit up for all flames thus seen
I am the in-between to what could have been.
All of my poetry today have been old ones. This one actually caught the attention of a poet who would mock me when I wrote too intoxicated. He actually liked this one, the only one he ever liked of mine.
4d · 85
Rap Song Piece
Please don't try to call,
as I float down empty halls,
my corpse near the lift lobby,
all this for my favorite hobby.

What's a name in shame,
if the crime doesn't get blamed,
and all because of fame,
Is this real life or just a game?

A rhythm to no brevity,
holding on to sanity,
but my yellowing silently
tells me I am dying,

A cause, forced without the small talk,
learn to crawl before you can walk,
the gravity of this situation,
criminally is my reality,

But I brought on the storm,
the hail blasting my chaos,
still the child bumping heads,
throbbing, wish I was dead,

You can't look into those hurtful eyes,
and pretend to let sleeping dogs lie,
you can't rhyme a story, has no glory
In the mirror, I can't see the holy,

Am I lost so completely,
I feel so insecurely,
no seat belt before the crash,
the drums and the brash.

Have I always been dead,
a book that's never been read,
fearful I go forward and tread,
but was stale always the bread?
The darkness surrounds and is inside of me
The night is when my soul sets free
Rambling homeless fill me with stories
Lost loved ones and long past glories

The darkness over-whelmes my heart
I am addicted to the blackest arts
Horror films, satanic bibles
I give birth to a new revival

I need fear to arouse my blood
The bathtub becomes a flood
dripping red and overflows
I don't need my flesh cargo

A creature now who feeds
on modern anxieties
I whisper in the ears
of out-dated christian fears

I am dead and so are you
I will teach a new break thru.
Rid your flesh, enter your mind
One by one, I end man-kind.

I once was attracted
Now I am darkness
A creature of the night
Let the bed bugs bite!!
Poem number 7, I think.......
You walk away, oh hell can’t you always stay
I dream of you and sometimes see you during the day
Flawless beauty, in my mind a picture I always keep
This flawed individual can only think of you and weep

Be with me….. During sleep, I like to dream
That one day, you will heat up my blood-stream

Words they speak, I only hold on-to the ones you say
Golden rays, every moment with you of every day
Nothing heals like a smile from your perfection
Can’t you see, you could be my resurrection

Be with me…..I know it will never be
Can’t you see, this torments all parts of me
As I sleep, I see you in my dreams
As bright as the sun, your smile beams on me

As beautiful as a radiant blue sky
The shiny sparkles of your dreamy eyes
are the reason I can live positively
And resist the urge to end all of me

Be with me….. I know I’m lonely as the sea
Be with me….I wish you could see only me
Love Unrequited depression loneliness
My 6th poem.
4d · 62
Spring's Embrace
There's a light in the clouds
Pushing through the rain
Only the waterfall's loud
Now, there's no hurricane
The birds return to their songs
After an absence of blue skies
Spring replaces the winter long
Harmony over past silent cries.....
Hares play in the long grass.
Lions bask in the warm sun
How long will serenity last
How long will warmth be cast.
Rhinos bathe in the nearby spring
Platypus splashes as he swims
Warm embrace of spring's return
The animals are the ones to confirm...
Ryan's 5th poem.
I loved you with all my heart
so mother why pummel me like that
you ripped a little soul apart
like a drop of an unspoken hat
I don’t understand your reasons
Carried on through the seasons
Why did you have to choke me like that
I loved you un-conditionally
you bashed me un-consciously
I wish I could understand
how you could love and hate me so much
I’m staring the abyss in the face
I could never feel god’s grace
you destroyed me, I was little
so fragile and so very brittle
I died when I could only take so much
We are not that resilient
We are not at all hesitant
To love you with all of our love
We won’t know fulfilment
We didn’t know resistance
We are in-significance
A child lost his confidence
Never again…..
Never again……..
Never again……
Never……
Never will I raise up and touch the flag
suffocate me in a plastic bag
I am but a broken heart-beat
I am damaged, incomplete
I love you so much
writing this rips me apart
but I won’t have to write this
ever again…..
I love you so much but my heart
can never mend
Ryan's fourth poem.
Drink Driver Part 2, A Mother’s Tears
When I dream of sunshine running through streaks of your hair
Child, I have to absolve the pain I can no longer bear
Take my hand, I imagine you one more time
Life can only without you ever be the same

I now walk alone with muddy feet near the shore
You’re building sand castles, once more you’re whole
You smile at me, wave and disappear in the waves
Then I find you again, exploring the nearby caves

God, let me hold her once more before the fall
she was so precious, and now I feel so small
A void in my soul, a voice only I could know
The darkness absolves me when I hear her call

When I see the seagulls flying so I wish I could too
I would fly to the heavens so I have peek of a view
See you playing with the other angels happily
But reality sets in and I am stuck here sadly.

Let me brush her lovely sweet hair one more time
Let me feel her laughter as she plays and climbs
Let me hold her so tight and make things right
Let me say goodnight to my angel in white
Ryan's third poem.
Summer angels, dance on fields so bright,
cloaked in sunbeams, pure and light.
Whirling wings catch the warm breeze,
whispering tales to the ancient trees.

Summer angels, float in the sky,
chasing dreams where seagulls cry.
Sailing on a sea of blue so wide,
their laughter echoes like a joyful tide

They hum like bees
around Lady Liberty's peace,
rest upon shores after,
where Japan's waters gently release.

Before they rest, they grin,
like an innocent child's happy beam,
and like tightly woven seams,
fall into the night, sleep in a serene dream.
4d · 61
Dear Fawn
Deer, never learns a lesson,
since spawn of the fawn,
gentle eyes, can't manage our skies,
gentle strokes and we lose within.

A manic toddler brushing all sin,
an animal though has no conscious
but a belly rub doesn't go un-noticed,
never noticed silence in gum trees.
Strands of hair, giggles in breeze,

Child can't anticipate arrows of  death,
the last tug out, draws a last breathe,
A boy to a man or instinct's a monster
move forward with a war monger's roster.
4d · 58
The Hitchhiker
You cannot comprehend
the raising nature
of salty pretzels
having empty solitary.
A casting of a wand
burning of thick fur,
a factory that minces
blood spills on the lands.
Lollies from a stranger,
saints are ******* devils,
ruin sowings of residents
A hang out in the diner.
Where they whisper & conspire
to spill out all your guts.
Feast on belly tasty fats,
A quietness of sickness.
Talks of lopping chicken heads
from one whose a hitchhiker....
About to spill my cravings,
living is flesh upon dying,
expired  to dead tissue.
Restless shores never sleep,
a flashing illuminated,
Once a voice now so seeps,
Crafted into a baby creation.

The eyes still keep weeping
over the fascinated,
as the night shall ever creep,
a father's guilt is his sadness.

A picture is illuminating
a shore where sea shells delighted,
a hell that bleeps crucified
Is now my nest to be set alight?
5d · 31
near.....
There are many different words,
relate to so many different songs,
and the voices we once heard,
now the battles in the heavens.

A sweet-ness to train of carriage,
reluctance to arranged marriage,
fools gather to wipe out virginity,
thinking it's an escape to serenity

A girl screams out bloodily
as a fountain is their steam,
there is no loveliness,
No wish luck to the heavens,
when a fountain lacks a stream.

Broken little eyes once in your pride
Your shame can only open you up wide,
Do you wish a dish upon their death
Shadows don't backtrack, nor do I...

There's a storm brewing and I swear
you ******* are not my followers.
Heed my words, but do you even care,
of a fate that you chose to wear.
Do you even see past flesh that's fair?
I hope this one bubbled and steamed up disturbingly as it went along. Its about boys or men who triumph with addiction over to corrupt girls' virginity.   Its not a pleasant read but  itn happens almost every day, you hear about the male teachers in the news or sport teachers. They are not all bad but its important to keep an eye on your kids and younger teens.
The photo memories.....
sinking in my sweetly gulped pills,
did you ever anticipate
the pain your hands would bring?

I stare around in an empty classroom,
feel like the dirt of your fussy broom.
"wash and wipe your feet before coming in,
but ignore the violence of my troubled sins."

If I could dismember all the eyes that leer,
find an opening to land the heart shot,
jump a wall of all the demons drawing near,
How can I run when I chose to feel the shots?

This day, I wish didn't, would not invade,
but I see the smashing of every single mirror.
How monsters are not born, procreated,
and as I sink into oblivion, nothing's more clearer.

I'm still drowning in that bathtub,
can't release to see the sun,
flowing through my mother's tears,
her gentle touch & skin rubs
trying to make me feel better.

A day's forecast wish brought all the storms,
photographic memorizes all and before.
Throttling hands I visualize yesterday,
and I'm the monster is what they say.

These photos will never blacken and fade,
like polluted waters the ducklings wade,
I wish I had drowned in that bath,
I wouldn't be the cause of your aftermath.
Silence are the words ever deepening,
though your hair locks are happening,
and your eyes and the tightest of flesh
detention's out in time for recess
and your thirty five year old body
its scary how you remind me
of the old days of summer school days
Lets not ever but least experience them.

Snap a wishbone to have some fun,
you are the answer to a loaded gun,
I think only in time you''ll ever understand
a fool's relishes comes with such delights,
his guidance his only third eye sight

Come on and lets snare a wolf
**** his make-believe contours
Its a shame when in his hood
he's still preying through the woods,
pretending to be the *****,
that all that we fore-saw.
And this enlightenment,
burn all the bugs and figuratively,
lost to a late Matinee so drunkenly.
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