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I am broken
Not love sick
Sour faced
Teeny bobber
Heartbreak

But social devastation
The kind that comes
With the human revelation
That things don’t get better

Greed rules the land
Followed by ignorance
Pacing close second
Racial issues are still
Clouding the way people feel
Cops are still brutalizing
Black people
****** is still a word
I hear regularly
In this a redneck society

Except it is never as simple
As that
The poor suffer
The words won’t come
In lieu I guess a heart ache
Will have to do

I would cry
If I had any tears left
I would try
If I had any hope left
But I am broken
Just the way
Some people like

In truth
Only the insane can remain
Standing unbroken
Stone statue
A monument
To a man who never was
Perfect pose
Perfecting an idea
Of a beautiful patriotic dream
Mommy always said
I had expensive taste
I guess that's why
your champagne skin
left me drunk
with the empty bottle dangling from my limp fingers.
I must ask,
do you think of me still?
Cover your lips with
honey
before you answer;
sugarcoat it as best you can.
43
tiring days later
and I have yet to master
being able to say your name
under a relaxed jaw.
I wonder if this will get
any easier
to accept; until then,
cheers
to those intoxicating bubbles
soaking up
in your bones' winter quilt.
I'll leave you a glass on the table.



Copyright ©  2015 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved
Basically poured my emotions onto the paper the night I wrote this. Any comments and/or advice is of course welcome, I love hearing from you guys .**
Pen to card choosing words slow
Sentiments of love, ease and flow
Driving outside, cloudy, light showers
Pull into the store, ordering flowers

All dressed up, looking spiffy
Hold on tight, be there in a jiffy
Roses on the left, a gift on the right
Knock on the door, breathless with excite

As the door opened, time stopped
Moment like this can't be topped
Ravishing, classy, extremely beautiful
A hug, a kiss, a smile, good feelings plentiful

You deserve it all, from here to the moon
Romance you read about, make you swoon
Clink our glasses, savor the wine
Hold on to this memory, sweet valentine
Black satin drapes over her delicate body
red silk adorns her face
she is the goddess of the dark
my beautiful nightmare

She beckons me to come to her
pulls me into her black hole
and there we make a covenant
only for her I draw my sword

She of many names adores me
so by her side I do fight
for the glory of her wisdom
and the poetry of the darkest night


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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