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 Dec 2012 Emily Watkins
Oli Nejad
I wonder how much
A barrel of blood,

Costs in dollars...
 Dec 2012 Emily Watkins
Brandon
You were born an original





But you'll die a clone





Made unoriginal

From all the things you've ever known
Sincerely yours,
The word of the day
Some could say,
If they had the right mind to speak such
And even if
Then and because
If there ever was
A fated line of will be’s
Would it include
Anything like this?
Like all of us, causing a fuss
In the muck of cerebral sludge
Just some lazy ole son-of-a-someone
We all are
I think
Don’t I?
Course not
If I did
Would I be
Here at all?
I would be
Out in the there
You know where,
The places I can’t see, don’t know
Because, ****.
And when I touched her
A fiery blaze burned through me
Now aching for more
I no longer cared at all
If tomorrow came or not
Dealing with the mad
You have to find their logic
And build from there
Though it really can be said
There are many points of view
Blown glass Ornaments
Sprinkled with crushed glass frosting
On the fragrant tree
Below, a child stares, beguiled
Nearby the hearth snaps and pops
Christmas at my Grandparents was always a magical time (my mother's parents, English...however, Upon hearing Oh Tannenbaum  I always preferred to think of the Christmas tree as that...funny and wonderful how children make their histories
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Call a                          doctor/ plumber/ priest
My heart is               broken/ leaking/ deceased

My life is                   worthless/ so much better/ over
I'm going to              **** myself/ tell your wife/ Dover

How could you         leave me/ not know/ lie?
I hope you                return my stuff/ come back/ die

I'll never                   forget you/ forgive you/ go away
I need                        closure/ a DNA test/ to tell you I'm gay

Your                           face/ crotch/ top of your back
Is                                so beautiful/ lumpy/ unusually slack

Your                           ex/ mother/ best friend from school
Always made me      great coffee/ feel inadequate/ drool

I will                           miss you/ **** you/ stalk you forever
That way we can      be friends/ get away with it/ be together

I'm sorry                   you did this/ I did this /we failed
I promise to               pay you/ dye it back/ get you bailed
Please don't               leave me/ show the Polaroids/ write or call


(*delete as appropriate, just delete it all.....)
 Dec 2012 Emily Watkins
Lacey
There's footsteps all over me..
maybe I should stand up.
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