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 Jan 2015 Eric Ian Huffman
susan
there was a dog
with a brown spot
in the middle of it's forehead
he played with a red ball
that bounced
and skidded
through the grass
of our great, big backyard
he would run and run
and run and run
then he would stop
panting
and drop the ball
at my feet
waiting
anticipating
for me to toss the ball
once again
so he could run
and run and run
all throughout
our great, big backyard

ah, to have the simplest of things
bring such utter happiness
that is what i wish for.
 Jan 2015 Eric Ian Huffman
Autumn
I hope that this year is better than the first 3 days.
haha.
ha.
haaaa.
I finally decided on my ---> NY15RESOLUTION <--- cause that's a thing.
so it'll get better.
It seems my high expectations
Have bought me countless disappointments.
And yet I still can't seem to kick the idea
I'm not in some fairy tale
 Jan 2015 Eric Ian Huffman
Rj
Phone
 Jan 2015 Eric Ian Huffman
Rj
I left my phone in the gym
What a small black rectangle
Filled with many secrets
Many unpublished poems
Many short stories of life
Many unfinished text messages
Sitting alone in my locker
Cracked everywhere but the front
With my friends and emojis
Secret new and old tumblrs
Pictures I cry when I see
Quotes I cry when I read
What a small piece of metal
To hold my life's story
Every friend, foe, lover
Every tear from sadness, laughter
All woven and intertwined
Within the circuits and wires
I'm just wondering if other houses burn
I've been pondering for quite a length
Please help me over this ...

The world is against me
It cannot see how I struggle day and night
In this my windows are on fire .
And preventing my exploration

My head is full of smoke
Ain't sure either ,I feel my brain has dead cells
Because I cannot remember like before
I fail mathematics, yet I was a high school master of the subject
My set lights are on fire,rescue please

My emotion is the center of massacre
I hate all I loved,I just pump it love
No peace
No security,an atomic bomb,yet to burst
And my heart is on fire,where can the brigade be?

My stomachache is worsen ,
Turning porridge, and hot
Perhaps I ate hot food,that never went cool
Noises it produces,enough to awake my pal,
I tell you,my house is on fire
Immediately inform the fire fighters.
My system turned a burning house and cannot keep quiet like to die alone
I'm not worthy
Not even a penny
I could die anyday
No one cares anyway
I'm just dust metal that rust
Slowly dying so why keep trying
I gave it all I got faught hit the spot
Only to rot when I was shot
I ******* hate myself
I wish I never met you
I rather feel nothing
Than something at all
 Jan 2015 Eric Ian Huffman
Autumn
I popped 2015 in the toaster
and said,
"don't burn"

"but be beautifully crunchy
& a little burnt around the edges"
:)
I love toast, toasting, and hopefully 2015
 Jan 2015 Eric Ian Huffman
JaiJai
The break of dawn has come again
To resurrect us from our pain
With flowing tides of ivory
We shall see what the world
Was meant to be

Do not weep tears of sorrow
For today is lost tomorrow
Count your blessings, everyone
The day the Lord hath done

Miraculous are his works indeed
Restore in us a brand new reed
To be strong, Full of Joy
Until the day, Alas!
The day we shall rejoin
(                                                              
                                              )
(                                            
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/    \

                                                             ^^^^^^

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child - like

The broken song
                                             ( little dead words bleeding raw )

Little dead bodies in the desert sands                                

//

                                  Phony love songs in the neon night

••

Screams of horror

( but no one hears )

//

Zombie faces in a trance



Brain washed slaves writing poetry

/:::/

Death is the only friend you trust

//

But everything is quite alright

••

Like you wouldn't have it any other way

::

Brain washed zombies writing poetry



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