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 Sep 2015 Guss
Moore Dagogo Hart
Dear Sandman,
All you had to do was bring the cat out of the bag, and the little girl would have known she would be kidnapped, and *****, she would have avoided going to the supermarket at 7: 30pm on Sunday and maybe one day, she would have been something in life. but you decided to keep that secret, and now that she's grown are you happy that she sleeps with every man she could find that gives her money she could feed with. Sandman, you knew, you knew that she was gonna meet that man who would steal her heart with all his help and aid, but at the end of the day, he would only give her ***/AIDS and that's how her story ends everyday taking meds, that she can't afford, so she decides to spread it and sleeps with every other man.
 Sep 2015 Guss
chris
irony
 Sep 2015 Guss
chris
The irony eats away at me.
He's got hope, literally.
and I'm stuck hopeless
starting to wonder how long
it'll be before i will
come to my senses and give up
on the boy who's given up on me
 Sep 2015 Guss
ARI
Angel Eyes
 Sep 2015 Guss
ARI
From the innocence
That she portrays
You'd never guess
She'd seen such days
Of drugs and *****
And easy lays

You'd never guess
Upon her cheeks
Once lived the tears
That always wreaked
With self disgust
At its highest peak

You'd never know
Upon her thighs
Is where shes written
All her lies
And in those scars
Her hatred hides

-ARI
 Sep 2015 Guss
Yanamari
Forget
 Sep 2015 Guss
Yanamari
I'd forgotten..
Forgotten everything...
And the pain of forgetting
Forgetting everything..
Was just too **** great
And as I sit trying to remember,
Trying to remember even just a bit
I'm surrounded by cries and shrieks of judgement
Slicing my heart
So that no more can I remember
And no more can I stop the pain and confusion
from seeping into my
mind, heart and soul.
 Sep 2015 Guss
marina
9.29
 Sep 2015 Guss
marina
i keep thinking about the way
your fingers don't leave bruises on
my hips the way they used do

when did you stop trying to hold
on so tight? when did you stop
trying?
 Sep 2015 Guss
Elisa Maria Argiro
Compassion training ground,
telling so many stories.

A delicate blind child flutters like a young bird,
as I transcend into meditation across from him.

A handsome young prisoner is wheeled in,
orange jumpsuit identifying only part of him.

He sits in that wheelchair, head held high,
chains on his ankles and wrists.

Allowing judgments to pass him by,
he lives in his own interior world.

Some hybrid of grace and shock coexist,
when one we love faces medical uncertainty.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
 Sep 2015 Guss
Mem zepper
If I could watch you sleep
I would not have the heart to awake you

I am poor ... unattractive ... lack entertainment ...
Where do I find the nerve
To take you?

I hear the hum of the lake in your eyes
My bones revolt, break through my skin
To protect you

I will crawl to the four corners of the world
Alas, you have instructed me
To forsake you.

If I could watch you sleep
I would gather birds and hire instruments
To awake you.
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 Sep 2015 Guss
Mem zepper
Amputee
 Sep 2015 Guss
Mem zepper
Amputated from man
Amputated by man
Implanted to the outside of a wall
A foreigner refused entry into the family
The patern is as such: evrey need I fill
Opens up another two in me
One morning I awoke an amputee

And so it continued the whole life through
"How sincerity made a mad man of you"
If I ever face the mirror that's what I would say to thee
But me and my reflection have gone our seperate ways you see
Half a coffin for the amputee

I know they blame me and say how it's all my fault
Just cos I don't have a hatred for others
Which clearly they have got
Selfish to the core...vanity pride and greed..
Trick a poor stranger for an extra penny
Charge an arm and a leg from an amputee

God has unlocked my heart
But not the padlock on his gate
Heaven may be within reach
But hell is on a plait
So shall I DIE now??..is that what it will take ?
To make happy those so called "near to me"
To beautifie the amputee.
 Mar 2014 Guss
The Masked Sleepyz
We walked in to darkness,
putting off what we both know what it will bring,
as sadness began to flare, and anxiety started to sing,
we both looked up to stars,
knowing it's one thing that has always healed our scars,
I began to cry a bit,
knowing it was going to be a while till we got to sit,
and talk aboot how many views we got that day,
I said I love where the middle star in Orion sits,
because the darkest spot in the night sky,
is a lie,
its a gateway to every thing that has ever come to pass,
and as our cigarettes came to an, I was praying the final drags would last,
we smiled at each other with a knowing,
that in the morning I would be going,
with a sigh I put the night to and end,
talking aboot the pictures each of us need to send,
we said good night, with a belly full of lead,
the conversation never ends, but the cigarette is dead,
and we say,
sleep well and see you in the morning,
looking at you with eyes full of sad, we say I'll talk to you later,
but in my heart I am saying,
I love you Dad.
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