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I've realized that I rely on "things"
such as pills,
to get me through the daze.
Weather it's the clouds in my lungs,
or the syrup that I swallow,
or even latest Salvatore novel,
I've just gotta have that "thing" to distract me from here.
Because I find this reality too much to bear.
Living vice-to-vice, couting down the years.
I just want everyone to be happy.

Self therapy.
**** rips in my kitchen.
Talking to oneself can be so productive.
Pacing back and forth with constant muttering.
I just want everyone to be happy.
Super weird how this ended up. mostly free-written. 100% different.
We all need a touchstone, an amulet, a lucky charm and there's no harm in any of this, if you kiss the witches hand and she grants you just one wish
what would your wish be?

To see for one more time and take another breath before that time is due?

Would you light the candles at a mass believing that will is what will come to pass or kiss a frog and make believe a fairy tale came true?

I have seen beyond the pyramids before the pharaoh,
did that one die?

It maybe that he did, but each dynasty will rise and cry, be wary for the wary try to garner courage from the death and in this death another cry,
I saw then blood bleed from the sky.

I am boxed in, mummified, I cried my woe and know that vices turned on me.
Chinny chin chin may fit the rhyme but ancient as I am I do not have the time for this.
I kiss the Blarney, Stone me I must be barnyard barmy and they're farming me out to 'Soylent Green'
Frolicking in fields of sun
flowers they say they are,
But all I see is you
What am I
When our lips are miles apart
And the words
you whisper
Are not for me
What am I
When you run your fingers
Through the hair
Of an unknown beauty
One of many
What am I
When you give me wings
To fly away
but cut them off
As you please
What am I
When your eyes are blind
To the pain you cause
When you call me love
What am I
My love
What am I to you
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
 Sep 2015 Crooked Youth
Tatiana
Oh the nostalgia,
Oh memory lane,
a poet's dream that we try to capture
in vain
because the essence of what once was,
is never the same,
as the situation is
and that is beautiful.
Beautifully lame.
Because how can one song
Trigger a lifetime of memories
If the song has no real meaning to you.
But it was the feeling,
The freedom,
The risk,
And that's why it triggers so many thoughts and memories
Pain and happiness,
And if I cry in the middle of class
While writing this,
Then it's okay,
I can feel
I can feel
I can feel.
It is that time once again
There is more knowledge to gain
Just get back to school
Continue to sharpen your brain
Teachers are there for guidance
There are more lessons for students to follow
They will listen closely and pay attention
In order for them to become the leaders of tomorrow
 Sep 2015 Crooked Youth
Jade Elon
Lay me down in
your bed.
Surround me.
You reminded me
Once of the person
I wanted to be.
Self centered but
Self respecting
I've given away
So much of myself
To make others
Happy that I've
Forgotten why I'm
Always sad.
I've tired so hard to
Make you happy that
I've forgotten why
You
Never
Will
Be.
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