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Cracked pavement stretching ever on,
Rolling hills no longer majestic,
Scraggly plain bushes all the same,
clooudless sky a dull dull blue,
and that stupid song on the fuzzy radio for the millionth time.
God this is boring.
Blame it on
Your absent father
Your addict mother
Your unexpected children
Blame it on
Anyone, and anything
So you never have to
Take responsibility
For your own actions

It's the whiskey
That hit me
It's my own shards
That tore me apart
It's a malevolent God
That lied about love
'Cause you don't do anything

Blame it on
My fragile psyche
My insecurities
My "impossible" needs
Blame it on
Anyone, and anything
So you never have to
Take responsibility
For what you've done to me

It's the cigarettes
That stole my breath
The weight of my expectations
That broke my trust
The spinning of my own wheels
That drove me into madness
'Cause you don't do anything
Everyone has a **** like this in their life.
Misery was just one emotion he displayed and he did that very well,garnished with gold braid,black ties around his sad black eyes and his mouth a subtle shade of puce,
'what use'I asked,'to be like that'
he answered, flat and monotone with one almighty groan he said,
'I'm being fed on bread and jam and I am not a happy man'
but then he changed,arranged his face into a smile,
'I do misery only for a while,otherwise these sad black eyes look even worse'
Averse to any change I asked him if he could rearrange the feature on his face in some other place,he just said,
'No'
I don't trust myself these days.
From one moment to the next,
     I don't know how I might feel
     or what I might do.

Who am I?
Who am I to judge, to look,
     to pass by?

Where can I fit in?
     Where can I stand,
     where can I go
     to find

A flock of butterflies
and a swarm of otters.
Urchins and clams, and maybe a mountain goat.

Where can I stand in this spectrum?
What color am I?
I might edit this later. I don't particularly like it, but hey, whatever.
 May 2014 Marshall CB Hiatt
fdg
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 May 2014 Marshall CB Hiatt
fdg
17
I feel like I've changed so much in the past two months,
now I'm constantly changing
(it's okay to change)
(right?)
now i let myself have nightmares
and somehow I've lost some friends and gained some new ones
and somehow
I'm letting you in
but not even I know what you're getting into
stoopid. everything i write is stupid
Looking at me, looking at me in the mirror that's looking at me and looking I see me looking at me and me looking at me, looking.
Lucky mirror.
 May 2014 Marshall CB Hiatt
Helen
Tick tock, Tick tock, Tock Tock ticking
Clocks cluck, catching curious cries
Several seconds slide, slowly sticking
Eclectic evil ever eager to eat out eyes

Tock tock, tick tick Tock
danger dances down, depicting doom
Hands hold hearts heavily in hock
aren't all able to articulately assume?

Clock is currently counting costs
justifying jumps and juggling jacks
tabulating time that is tossed
lightening liberal lust and loving lax

tick tick tick, tick tick tick
destination is a detonation despised
tock tock tock, tock tock tock*
sheep sleep soundly shrouded, so surprised
 May 2014 Marshall CB Hiatt
fdg
super good at having super split ends
and hoping you won't notice
really great at embarrassing myself
(maybe you won't mind)
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