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 May 2013 Jay Wasnothing
ns ezra
take off your tank top
shuck off your short shorts
remove your heart-shaped glasses
squint til my mouth is a skyline
and mountains form my teeth

mess up your makeup
clean your cuts, old and new
shrug off your lonely soul my love
put on a smile; dive down to pluck
pearls from my dusty guts

burn your mary janes, baby
peel the covers from your pink
while i dissect yesterdays disguises
i'll be a blank slate; fetch the ink
they're waiting so patiently
just to hear from us ♥
 May 2013 Jay Wasnothing
Redshift
why yes,
mother dearest
i will get the hell off your property
when you get the hell
off of MINE.
it's our little sister's 11th birthday. why can't you TRY to cooperate...if only for her?
 May 2013 Jay Wasnothing
Redshift
dear
mother

you plaster a smile so carefully
upon my chalky face
you shape it like you used to see
and where you can't remember,
you trace.

you forgot that i like olives
and that my sister does as well...
i guess you lost a lot of things
on your daytrip to hell

mother, you astound me
with the things you overlook
i wish you'd get your act together
better someday write a book

i too would like learn
how to cut down family trees
how to convince all the
lonely
little
leaves
to leave
for good...

dearest
mother...

love,
littleredwritinghood
I found my way back
back, to that place I go to
When I cry
When I sleep
When I die
High in the atmosphere
into worlds.
I have my own hide away
no one can find me.
I've watched the universe
spin slowly.
Change from dark to light,
night to day,
night to day.
I've seen caves and creatures
roam the planet.
Lush green trees
ripped from their homes.
Giant animals
fall to the ground.
I've called upon the archangels for protection
from the darkness that has covered the earth.
I've fallen out of my hiding place
and landed in the darkest of nights.
Sun that seems too bright.
Nights that seem too long.
Haunted by words that will
never
never
ever
fade.
But yet, I've always return
to my spot in the sky,
to watch the evolutions,
revelations, the nightmares
and the miracles.
I've watched our
Mother
Father
God
destroy and rebuild.
Destroy and rebuild.
I've seen the most beautiful things.
Even the city lights
look like fireflies illuminating the planet
from here.
I've found beauty in everything.
Every word.
Every taste, smell, touch.
Every third eyed sensation.
I am not omnipresent.
Only...
present.
I glow a soft shade of purples and blues.
Indigos.
All shades, with a white crown upon my head
pouring out the purest of white lights.
My head tilts back as I pray for salvation on earth.
Peace among men.
An awakening.
The earth glitters with hope.
I sit and wonder as I mindlessly play
with the token around my neck.
A ring for prayer.
A reminder of greatness.
I gently allow myself to fall,
sink slowly through the atmosphere
like I am drowning during a sunset.
Tragic, yet beautiful.
Again, down, down.
My wings know not to save me.
In the hour of death, after this life’s whim,
When the heart beats low, and the eyes grow dim,
And pain has exhausted every limb—
  The lover of the Lord shall trust in Him.

When the will has forgotten the lifelong aim,
And the mind can only disgrace its fame,
And a man is uncertain of his own name—
  The power of the Lord shall fill this frame.

When the last sigh is heaved, and the last tear shed,
And the coffin is waiting beside the bed,
And the widow and child forsake the dead—
  The angel of the Lord shall lift this head.

For even the purest delight may pall,
And power must fail, and the pride must fall,
And the love of the dearest friends grow small—
  But the glory of the Lord is all in all.
Time didn't stop for you
It wore you down and drowned
The reason for your being
And sat on the bed
Numbed cold and dark
In amongst a set
Camouflaged.

Swaying in kelp
And calling for help?
No, you were dead
Kept in the sea

And hidden under animal
Probing shell
Realising silver handle
Indented amid raised floral pattern
Lying wasted, purpose voided

No fair hair to meet
In bedroom
No table dresser to sit
Ever waiting to service
Then you were not needed
Expressing regret to mistress forgotten
Educated schools caught your shine, now
No one around three miles down

There you were forgot
Whale teeth returned and
Eaten at depth
Little brush empty and
Violated and not pretty
Ended.
Copyright Erica Statham January 14th 2011

This at the moment I am aware is a somewhat bad poem, but that is why I need your help to make it better. Please suggest and crtiticise until your little hearts are contented :)

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