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AJ Feb 2015
Albany Rosaline Smith.
On Mondays Albany went down to the store to get milk.
Her mother always gave her twenty five cents.
Twenty for the milk,
And five for some candy.
All the boys she passed along the way would tell her how she was
Genuinly beautiful.
And she knew it.
Albany was gorgeous.
On her sixteenth birthday she let Bobby Fisher
**** her under the oak tree
Out back in the feild behind the pond.
"You're something special there, Albany,"
He told her.
She knew it was true,
But it was a nice gesture,
So she let him **** her from behind this time.
Albany became Misses Fisher two years later,
Three weeks after graduation.
It was just the thing to do back then.
They had four kids,
And she was a good mom.
Mathilda, Lizabeth, Marcus, and Temprance.
Three of which were Bobby's.
One of which was the town physician's.
Bobby never knew.
He was a mill worker.
He was not very bright.
But Albany was.
Bright and Beautiful.
She died at the age of forty-two.
She was ***** an killed by the doctor.
He was also the mortician,
So no one questioned it.
It was a small town
AJ Jan 2015
Would you rather
Have to shout all the things you want to whisper,
Or have to whisper all of the things you want to shout?

You're like that really old brick building,
From the sixteen hundreds.
The one covered in vines and flowers.
It's so old, and beautiful.
But I feel that,
If I look too hard at either one of you,
You'll crumble to the ground.
And all of the history will be lost.

I haven't driven out to see either of you in a while.
I hope you're both still okay.
I think I just want to remember you
The way you were.
I want to shout this,
But I can barely manage a whisper.
"There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front. But I had no bucks to get "Here lies They-Ran-Outta-Luck", on the back of it."
-MB
AJ Jan 2015
It all used to be really simple.
And I'm not talking about
Crayons and sandboxes simple.
I mean,
These people will take care of you,
And these people will love you,
Everything is familiar
And soothing
And unified
And simple.

I'm just a casualty of a war that happened miles away.
I'm not sure of any of the details.
And the aftermath is foggy as well.
I just don't know what happened.
Just that everyone is gone.
Every one who used to love and take care of me.
And who I loved and took care of.

I don't long for sandboxes and crayon simplicity.
Just a time where things were....
When we all were.....
When I knew what the **** was going on.
AJ Jan 2015
I'm just empty now.
But there are a few holes.
So I can't contain much.
Unless you are rock solid.
I used to be a good vessel.
I used to let you fill me.
But now things will just get messy.
AJ Jan 2015
It's better to feel pain,
Than nothing at all.
But it's much better
To feel a multitude of other things.

Don't go slamming any screen doors,
Yelling about how I've always been the one.
This is not a country song.
Too misogynistic for my taste.

I wish I belonged to you.
You'd be too cold here.
And I'd be too hot there.
AJ Jan 2015
Your smile is the sun
That every once in a while
Peaks from behind the clouds.
But most of the time,
I'm out here rocking a midst this wicked storm,
That no god would be cruel enough
To dream up for a sailor like me.

This wooden ship is sinking,
I wish it were iron.
I never did get enough iron
Probably because I'm a vegetarian.
If my dreams can keep this ship alive
Just for three or four more days
Maybe a beautiful siren,
Or mermaid
Will grant me the mercy and compassion
Of luring me to my death.
I've set out to sea,
On a boat that's just too small.
But on board there's only me.
A captain with no shots to call.
AJ Jan 2015
It's not a physical regret.
Nothing physical to regret.

I let you do things that I don't like.
My back is all scraped up.
Because I am guilty
So I let you use me.
Because I let him use me.
Well, he didn't get to use me.
Nothing physical.

Nervous ticks and cigarette smoke.
Empty hotel rooms,
Waiting for my phone to light up.
To go off.
To make a sound.
Nothing physical.

I'm sorry I 'm so good looking.
And that I'll please anyone
Who caters to my needs
And gives me constant compliments.
Too bad it wasn't physical.
Just being young.
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