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Clear off the bed
and come lie next to me
or lie with me
or crawl under these sheets
and die with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clear out your mind
and sink down low with me
or get high with me
or hold my hand
and lose some time with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean up your act
and fall apart with me
or fall, apart from me
or fall, a part of me
and take some time to cry with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean out your car
and run away with me
or run to me
or put it in reverse
and go back to the start with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Cleanse your spirit
and embrace this pain with me
or brace for pain with me
or take a moment to put me back together
and just be with me, with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could still get used to this
© 2012 Jene'e Patitucci
I used to know my way around a keyboard,
Now I can hardly even remember how to use a pen.
I used to have so much to say.
So much that I thought the world needed to know.
What happened?
Did I all of a sudden make the decision that I would no longer croon over my love for my lady?
Or did I finally run out of things to say?
I guess neither...
Because, well,
Here I am.
Finally writing again...
I must be filled with electrical outlets because people are constantly plugging in.


And my extension cord must be too short because I can never reach anyone else
Spin The Bottle

That bottle spins in a game of chance
Who you'll kiss depends where it lands
It lands on me and we begin our life
Then a ring is given you become my wife

A child is born to change my view
I'm now responsible for someone new
Then one day you come to me
You tell me soon there will be three

So we buy a house where we can grow
We fix it up and call it home
It's not big enough for our family now
So we sell that home and look around

We find a home in a different town
To raise our kids until there grown
The days are spent in each others arms
Still holding hands, two melded hearts

That bottle knew just where to land
For it stopped on me and our life began
Spin the bottle's not a game a chance
Its a gift from God and it's heaven sent

Carl J. Roberts
No this  is not me. I wrote this for a friend of mine who said write a poem about spin the bottle. This is how I see his life with his wife. I have known him for many years and this is what I feel his life with his wife has gone.
I cannot stay up too late by myself.
If I do, all the bad thoughts come
and the sadness expands, and floats
and explodes.
I think of all the flaws, how I am always
the giver.
how the future is so close, yet I can’t
make a path
(of any sorts)
how my scars will never truly fade.
I think of how I am always the one who
loves more.
and I think of people. and how someone is
awake. and breathing. and dying. and having
breakfast, right now. half away across the world.
I think of how we are all just a bunch of stars,
and I think of how we’re all just crashing into
each other.
(over and over and over)

I cannot stay up so late, with the night being
my only companion.
so I sleep.
because sleep is always more welcoming than
reality.
My love for you is like the ocean tides.
No matter how many times it gets sent away when the shore needs to be alone for a while,
My love will always be there to come back and wash over you.
For my best friend Devon <3
Save me from nothing I plead
As I waste away my days
Nothing has become my need
When something gets in my way
I turn around and walk back
Walk back to where I began
I’m scared of adversity
He’s always on the attack
Failure’s what he demands
To be my identity

Help, save me from this nothing
It is consuming my life
I promise I’m not bluffing
It would make me feel contrite
Please, save me from this horror
Monotony’s got to me
I want to divert this road
Or bomb it with a mortar
Because I just want to see
My failures die alone

Please, I just need to be saved
I cannot seem to escape
This road that’s already paved
A path that won’t terminate
A path that is like Ping-Pong
Back and forth, and back and forth
The only two steps I take
Like singing the same **** song
I am running out of worth
When my whole life’s at stake

I’m walking on a racetrack
And life is racing past me
Just constantly being lapped
And I can’t seem to gain speed
What else is there left to do?
I need to find an answer
But this test’s impossible
It was made by a voodoo
Who controls all the answers
The key’s stuck in a lock hole


This nothing-ness is scary
There’s nowhere for me to go
I’m asking you to spare me
From this state of vertigo
Staring at a map that’s blank
North is south and south is north
What is this supposed to mean
I have nothing in my tank
My future path has been scorched
Fumes are all that I can see

I don’t know how I got here
I really wish that I did
But I can’t seem to see clear
Farewell is what I should bid
This is rough, I can’t take it
I would like to try, but why?
Why try if I’ll only fail?
Help save me from this abyss
I just want to see the sky
And maybe meet some angels

If I had a direction
Or a light brighten my path
And show me my complexion
I’d take without being asked
But if I took some matches
And soaked them in gasoline
I couldn’t ignite a light
Even on my dry patches
So that obviously means
My path will never be bright

Nothing is what I’ve become
It must be what I deserve
From all the nothing I’ve done
Failure’s the spot I reserved
I don’t want to move forward
My motive lacks passion
Which gives me no where to go
So I’ll just skip the torture
Put my plan into action
And receive nothing I’m owed.
You're no longer a person
You're just a poster
You're propaganda
You're a poser
You advertise
You black out our eyes
You're no longer a person
You're just a poster
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