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 May 2016 Bailey
Michael Blonski
Pour energy
into your
words

Write with intensity
so great
that if you held the page
from a mountain's peak
your words
would be mistaken
for
stars
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 May 2016 Bailey
Slur pee
A memory.
 May 2016 Bailey
Slur pee
No one loved you enough to clean the puke off of you,
So you slept in your own filth,
Until you were sober enough to clean it up yourself.

The only Christmas present they got you was a gingerbread house,
For you to build so they could destroy it,
Drowning the gingerbread people in drool,
Along with your happiness,
Knowing they probably bought it with the money they stole from your pillowcase,
Covered in tears.

So you drowned your sorrows in something a little stronger,
Strong enough to burn that frog that was stuck in your throat.
And for the first time you spoke.
You spoke and you praised and you confessed and you cried.
And for the first time they heard.
They heard and they listened and they cried.

In the morning, you awoke to find,
That no one loved you enough to clean the puke off of you,
So you slept in your own filth,
Until you were sober enough to clean it up yourself.

-SLuR
 May 2016 Bailey
S G Arndt
When you lay sleepless throughout the night
Do you think about me?

☁️
 May 2016 Bailey
Ree Bunch
You wore socks to bed- knowing it irked me.
Faced me while we slept- breathing your stinky breath in my face was a definite, guaranteed.
You loitered as I changed always trying to cop a feel- ignoring my agitated pleas.
You watched your wrist- telling me I’m late; of course, I forever disagreed.
Invited yourself to my TV time- talking to me as if I was free.
Told me I was beautiful; each and every day- annoyingly, times three.
Sometimes you had an ‘I’m the king’ attitude, and I was just your sidekick wannabe.

Sadly, I still wash all of your socks each and every week.
I face the fan as I sleep, so it dries my tear’s wet streaks.
I continuously pause while getting dressed- waiting to hear you make the floorboards creak.
I put on my makeup extra slow anxiously anticipating your frustrated shriek.
I turn up the TV’s volume hoping you’ll come interrupt to speak.
Waiting for your mushy compliments as I check the mirror at my womanly physique.
I made you a personalized crown, so you could be a king that’s honored and chic.
But silence and heartbreak are all that is left here to tweak.
You’ve departed this world suddenly, leaving my life confusing and disastrously bleak.
Now, your once irritating traits have become the only thing that my broken heart desperately seeks.
I know the things you do now that I complain about are going to be the things that I will yearn to see the day you are no longer here.(Most High forbid)
 May 2016 Bailey
summer
Ask him how i am,
after seeing me cry my life away,
act like you care,
when i feel like ****,
pretend to love me,
when you see me sobbing loudly,

that's okay,
i have no problem with that,
none at all,
because you're not important,
not anymore,
do you get that?

but when you make up ****,
rumours,
about me,
that you know are not true,
will most defiantly make me mad,
stupid little boy,

i don't care about,
not anymore,
i never actually loved you,
but i said it any way,
because you said it,
i never really cared,

but it still ****** me off,
when you talk this ****,
and then shrug when i ask you why,
it still ****** me off to the point of no return,
when you know you have done something wrong,
but you don't care about me or my feelings,

i should have listened to her,
she warned me about you,
about you being a liar,
a cheater,
someone who uses me,
*******,

******* and your stupid lies,
******* and your blunt excuses,
******* and your bad kisses,
******* and your sad life,
*******,
wait, why would i?

i hate you!
 May 2016 Bailey
Slur pee
Got love?
 May 2016 Bailey
Slur pee
He makes my heart shiver,
Gently quiver,
Makes it want to be a giver.
Sharing showers,
Raining arrows
That pull his heart hither;
Close to love that slithers,
In between the indefinite.
Like the way his snaky tongue carefully splits my lips.

-SLuR
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