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 Jun 2016 Debbie Taylor
mikecccc
Humans are ****** up
sad stories abound
in every national library
it has always been so
technology has evolved
but people it often seems
have not

so let's get drunk
you can't please everyone
but you can please yourself

according to some
this thought is wrong
because this isn't hell
this is earth obvious
but it means we have hope
and nothing ventured
may mean nothing gained
but it doesn't mean
nothing lost.
A rewrite
does it work
as well as any sloth
probably
 Jun 2016 Debbie Taylor
Traveler
When superstitious impairment
Breaches human rights
Shall a gypsy curse the guilty?
Shall an angel stand and fight?

In the paradox of foolishness
That tears our world apart
The ignorance that's feeding us
Was forced upon our hearts

As always I'll be watching
With a grimace upon my face
When they blow your *** to heaven
   Which is really only space...
 Jun 2016 Debbie Taylor
Polar
From nowhere

Like motes in the air

Notes begin to appear

Ethereal to the eye

Soft as the sigh

Of breath upon your face

Gliding over your senses

You feel their touch

Origin unknown.

Whether a force of rage

Or state of grace

For a time

You each occupy the same space.

Words can touch your heart

Or destroy your soul,

Obliterate your being

Or leave you whole,

And though the author

You cannot see

You get to know them intimately.

Though the origin of the author

Is often unknown

When words are shared

Your not alone.
 Jun 2016 Debbie Taylor
nivek
you can get giddy out here in space
and you can also feel a bit trapped
consigned to a spinning snare

and while it is true you are spinning
its also true you are free
free to go on your many journeys

and you do not need rocket fuel
or be a genius
a common garden imagination

Will do
 Jun 2016 Debbie Taylor
jennee
weightless when heavy:

i feel a constant dread
i am shifting through time
when pinned to the walls
of claustrophobic chambers
i part away the vital parts
of thoughts and battered fragments
i disintegrate into intractable purpose
i disappear, i am finished:

i am past tense

(n.j.)
in a bad headspace. anxiety's kicking in. it's one of those nights where i am trying so hard to drown out the thoughts with music, with alcohol, with anything but i can't really fix what my mind is telling me that's broken.
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