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 Dec 2021 insane
Thomas W Case
I'm an athlete.
I can throw and catch,
and run in the sun-
all shiny and bright.
And you just sleep, sleep, sleep.

Look at me, mama.
I'm a writer.
I do poetry and stories,
all pretty and pink,
and all you do is,
sleep, sleep, sleep.

Look at me, mama.
I can dance.
I'm lonely,
I'll move to France,
meet a woman, and get married.
Look at the ants crawl through
the spilled red juice on
the grass, nature everywhere,
as you sleep, sleep, sleep. 

Look mama,
Look at me, mama!
I have children now,
all good and wise,
you're a grandma.
Why don't you wake up?

Please look at me, mama.
Open your eyes.
I'm lonely and afraid.
I'm old now, and cold,
and you still,
just
sleep, sleep, sleep...
This came to me in a dream.
 Dec 2021 insane
Thomas W Case
Tepid water
between
my toes,
I know
life.
Here is a link to my recently published limited-edition book.  Rise Up Collected Poems and Short Stories.
https://booksie.chainletter.io/i/thomaswcase888
I worked hard for
Everything I got
And didn’t get.

I’ve been cheated
By evil hands
And friendly ones
With their fingers crossed.

I looked for love
And found mostly
*** and degradation.

I reached for God
But my fingers
Were too slippery.
ljm
I think I may have already posted this.  If so, sorry.
 Dec 2021 insane
N
Azrael’s Arms
 Dec 2021 insane
N
I have never wished
for anything from life

But if there is one thing
I truly wish for before
I am in the arms of death

It is
to be held
by her

To soak in her
warmth, scent,
and harmful touch

To melt deep
between her thighs
till I dissolve completely

To release an inhuman cry
from under my skin into
the dark abyss of her pupils

To be kissed by
her cruel mouth
before death comes to kiss
 Dec 2021 insane
Satvik gupta
If you are spending time with your family* ,

Congratulations,

You have successfully completed your mission on EARTH .
 Aug 2020 insane
Emily
Inked
 Aug 2020 insane
Emily
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived
 Apr 2020 insane
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
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