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Hesitation in all the things i need to
say
Letting go like three yellow butterfly
wings
Check up on each other
Never ignore the others attention
Feel like your second home
Say the worst best things
Give you a place to stay
Get you drunk when youre broke
Order pizza and make you tip
Load a **** bowl instead
Smoke a joint because its midnight
Drive you home
Pick you up
Never let you down
I am barely alive without us.
No point in breathing , speaking
Its not a choice, its blood pumping
Or the lack thereof , black blood
The way people walk at different speeds
Some walk at the same , sigh the same time
Upon closer inspection  the technicolor
People
Eating Parisian geese feather sized laughter
Choking on it, chortling the summer
Breeze
Its almost as if the sun leaves saliva trails
Kisses on the necks of diverse colors,
Accents
Roofs of red cobble slate matching the heat
Waves of hot wind, charging the air
Stagnant
Breeze of changing, waiting, aching
Waving
Tourists ice cubes and favorite gelato
Melting
Forgetting stress , foot steps straining
Sights
Italy in the summer.
Love is patient
Love is kind
Confronting yourself
Blind in a mirror
Record no wrongs
Speak no evils
Beseech the cold
Emptyness at home
It is not love
If it gives you pride
 Jun 2014 Sade LK
Darby Rose
Wax
 Jun 2014 Sade LK
Darby Rose
Wax
I want to feel as though my heart has been dipped in hot wax.
Layer, upon layer,
A sharp heat at first, until cooling begins and I begin to
relax.
I want to feel captured in an intricate, never-ending puzzle,
around every corner there's wonder,
and I am taken aback.
I want nothing short of hopeless passion,
to sell my soul in a mysterious fashion.
I am so sick of my heels over my head,
my feet placed so firmly on the ground.
No longer can I lay alone here in bed and be
content.
This drifting must come to an
end.
This wax heart must feel
again.
Every day you can go there
Even if its ten in the morning
Someone will ask with a drugged slur

Can you help me find my name?
We sell English ?
We sell coffins ?
But We dont sell nails ?

Make your skin crawl any time
licking all them ******* toads.
Equated to a near death experience
Thought she was laughing across the parlor
When her breathes turned to shrieks
And my ears began to reel- realizing
mascara was running down her face
She begged for breathe but the pain was too eminence
No one could say anything

Its stained in my memory
Every noise now a relief-
I heard a breaking heart
Mistaken for a flutter of joy

And still repeating in my head
the chanting of her children
"Shes crying shes crying"
 Jun 2014 Sade LK
Grace
Before that night, I had never been certain I was going to die.
Obviously, there will be a day when my time on this Earth- in this life- is up
But I thought it was going to be that day in that moment on that drug with those people in that house.
Hyperventilating.
Rocking my torso up and down,
staring at the wooden floor
wishing it would solidify again.
Hoping those .3 grams would just,
for god's sake
for my sake
evacuate my body before I exploded into smithereens.
In ten seconds the surrounding scenery had completely unraveled.
And it formed light worms, multicolored beams,
weaving pastels, waves of insanity
utter insanity before my eyes. No.
In my eyes.
I thought:
can I handle this much at once?
will I die?
will I die here?
Such thoughts were cut short
as my mind and body
at once
accepted the drug.
I let it in.
All throughout my skin, pores, limbs.
I breathed in as deeply as I could
and told myself
accept.
He's screaming in the bathroom OHMYGODOHMYGOD
With the music swinging me back and forth
hard against the wood, I am one with it.
He's remarking
I've never felt this way I've never experienced this high this this this this
This is ecstasy.
And it was.
Marvelous synthetic ecstasy which I craved.
All cravings fed
and released and fed again.
emptied of what little serotonin I had left.
Still I questioned the same waking thoughts
A wary weakling. with an eating disorder and a bad case of self destruction.
They spoke in a verbose and beautiful language
they threw their words and souls at each other.
I hovered and rolled and hoped there wouldn't be days like this to remember.
I generally don't write about drugs in such an overt fashion but this trip changed me.
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