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Brown-eyed girl
I draw them in with my eyes
Always such a surprise they
Cannot let me go I
Curse them so and they
Latch onto a substance that
Will let them be free what
They cannot understand is
It will always be me because
Once I have got you, you cannot forget
I’m a Russian roulette I’m a
Desirous bet I’m a game of poker
That you have already lost but
This game’s on the table
No matter the cost I’m your price
That you pay when you think you
Have won but when you tie off
To have me you’ll see you’ve done what's
Become quite the fight, a hopeless pursuit
For this trail of honey, I'm
Forbidden fruit.
swishers aren’t so sweet when
our teeth are banging together
tongues fighting for dominance
gin burning our lips
hungrily seeking
an escape from ourselves
selfishly burring our stingers into the back of the other
******* are aptly named
La petite mort
because i want to die and be reborn
& i was foolish
for ever thinking that you could be
different
 Nov 2013 EarthGurl2004
Guss
My phone is about to die.
But to manipulate the future
I still must try.
Tweeting a word
for a fellow blue jay.
Swimming **** out,
in the dark of the bay.
Stark naked, star struck and totally faded.
It’s needless to say that I hate it.
Jaded
by moms and preteens with their qualms.
I still feel my growth spurt was belated.
Tomorrow the sun will set in the south.
And the days will forever be jolly.
The clouds they drip acid,
The earth grows us ****.
And our country’s providing the molly.
Three in the morning
My name is Jack And I jump
Trying to reach bed Fastened safely to The ceiling
Out of arm's jurisdiction By the length of a leg And the dissolution of Mass produced tired

Wakingness has become My dream I could bend buildings And fly if I tried But I'm too preoccupied Playing the same old games And jumping for Sleep Why won't you Be mine Fair lady who Shuts eyes and kisses Goodnight on the lips

The words are on My lips Lost in the traffic that Spews from Mouth into webs Unable to catch the Flies I once thought were At my command

As I was their lord As you are mine I'm begging be merciful and Sew shut my peepers Before I break for The six hundredth time since I started keeping track Tonight
ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD
ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD
What he knows to be her lamp,
Exhaled bronze light.  
Obsessively unflinching mid-range stare,
Front teeth pushed forward, from the placement of his tongue over the years.

A vague un-answer,
Obfuscating, leftward facing eyes complete with matching set of lips,
In an unusually high voice mentioning predictables

Dragging behind the boat.
Purple refracted nylon extra tensile-strength line.

Half mesh half polyester, with a carefully closed-door shave.
Couch ridden drone strike 3 floors due north.
Considering the symbolism of when I got my coat back from her room. Saved her the trouble of throwing it off her bed.

Forward through brick, laid algorithmically and FedExed in, he could have an answer but would have significantly less automobile.
Both first and last name lower case tonight and many others.  

Silent E Novocained.
An on-again off again lightbulb.  Colander as lamp-shade.
 Nov 2013 EarthGurl2004
Jay
Here Lies The Teenager:
Somewhere between awkward love making
and suicidal tendencies.
she can be remembered. this is an importance. there is an importance for more. for finding. for finding out more. take that thread that is poking out from her dress. pull on it and see her unfold. see the fabric slowly make its way down her body. watch as you unravel her and watch as she begins to cry. tears. free flowing salty water that you have given birth to within her. she is thankful. she is scared. plants. it is you that have planted the seed of hope inside the withering garden of her body. of her soul. it is you that have started to scrape away the rot that had been growing for quite some time. black rot. rot growing over her fleshy parts. her beautiful flowers. preventing them from knowing light. she stands there naked. bare. void of all feeling. filled with emotion to the brim. this is the paradox of their relationship. at once everything that is taken away can be replaced she feels this can be replaced. goosebumps begin to cover her pale thighs. her body is fighting against her she so desperately wants to take up less space yet the lust in her makes her skin grow. she aches. her pulse quickens at a relative pace to the closeness of you. lover. her lover. one step closer heartbeat. two steps closer she is biting her lip attempting to slow down the pace at which this *** is unfolding. this is ***. we are the lost echoes in a tunnel. bouncing sound off of each other we are balanced. one bite leads to the next and you are kneeling at the goosebumps. lapping up their cold and pushing them back inside. this is ***.
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