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 Mar 2021 Rollercoaster
basil
my smiles have been glowing and holding in my *****
so i wanted to read a pretty little sonnet
gasping and choking on laughter mottled by blood
the words come in tears, the poems in a flood
it's been ages since i cried, i was doing so well
but every sad poem brought back my screams of hell

my demons didn't go away, i just painted them gold
and i'd be fooling myself saying i had a hand to hold
life is a joke, who gives a ****?
it's just a mix of bad timing and luck
so i kept laughing and choking and holding my own hand
remembering some song from my new old favorite band

telling me love is a labor and to slave 'till the end
swinging life away with scars and a friend
so i didn't have to read a happy poem today
i just had to write one and send it your way
so smile with me, break open your face
'cause life is just a vat marked toxic waste
man, i thought i was in a tragedy drama, when it was really just a ******* sitcom all along.

also, i haven't rhymed in a long time, so sorry for ******* :))

also also, song mentioned: swing life away by rise against. give it a listen maybe **
When the day is done
Truth wrung from every effort
Every retort replayed and analyzed
Quiet materialized by soft breathing and dim lights
All the little spites and manipulations suffuse my thoughts
From thirsty thots to insulting, smug *******
Viewed like disaster through rosy retrospect
Memories reflected by perfect hindsight
Petty it might be, but
I still glut on the shame.
I can't help but remember those shameful past experiences before sleep takes me. Am I alone in this flaw? To remember situations where words were not said or interpreted incorrectly. It haunts me.
I was eighteen
a twisted vine and green
I went to California
I had dreams

I rode trollys
I was full of folly
I crossed the Golden Gate
Broke off sacred holly

I wanted to find myself
In and of itself
I found out who I wasn't
An inconvience of oneself

As hard as I tried the
tears for nothing I cried
My blood wasn't home
Yes you are ! I lied and lied and lied

I'm nothing special
I'm not spatial
A fish gulping air
A lost looking ******

So go back home
Feel it in the bone
So I rode the bus
California ! I moan


(Eureka ! I have found it !)
California State Motto
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