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1-800 I need your help.
My brain is screaming,
I am unsure of what to do.

1-800 She left me again
this time for good.
She left traces of herself everywhere
and i can smell her in my bed sheets.

1-800 I opened my own flesh again.
I was searching for the thing
that lives inside of me.
It is growing stronger
and so is my fear.

1-800 Why am I on the side of the highway?
It's 2 AM.
I'm watching the car's lights zip by
under the comforting blanket
of the night sky.

1-800 My skin bag
is full of capsules
meant to fix me.
I guess I'm sicker than I thought.

1-800 I want to fly
soar into the sky
and plunge into the sea.

1-800 I am tired of you.
I don't care about these
words of hope you feed to me.

1-800 the sadness is still here
yet I can manage.
I want to see the sun come up
and be one with this earth.
I don't need you anymore.
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 Oct 2015 Jon Gilbert
molly
You said you need somebody
that's warm for December.
But I've been freezing
for as long as
I can remember.

Fire and blankets
don't keep me warm.
I shake like a dog
who's been out in
a storm.

I'm rushed to the hospital
to find out what's wrong.
Sitting in the waiting room,
"The doctor won't be long."

They cut me right open,
and look in my chest.
"She doesn't have a heart!"
Just like everybody guessed.
 Oct 2015 Jon Gilbert
molly
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 Oct 2015 Jon Gilbert
molly
Sometimes the things I say
don't match up with
what's in my head.
It's kinda like
how our blood is blue
but when we bleed it's red.
 Oct 2015 Jon Gilbert
sanch kay
every day, speak a little less
reduce the number of words you say from half to
ten less, and then none at all.

Don't forget to be soft.
Kiss your mountaintop goodbye for
one last sunrise and descend
into the night
where it's quiet
like you should be.

one by one, pull back towards yourself
the orbs of energy you've left
bouncing around you in the
atmosphere.
be their chalice
one last time
and watch them burn out.

and when you're reduced to
dying ashes and deathly whispers
a strong voice will suddenly falter
and they wonder -
*didn't we once know a ... ?
loud no more. i apologise for all the trouble caused.
 Oct 2015 Jon Gilbert
chris
chaos
 Oct 2015 Jon Gilbert
chris
i breathe in and then i breathe out,
i got a trillion doubts, and that's fine.
i took a road that wasn't a road, but
it was something i chose and that's fine.

take your guess, spurious at best,
can't you see it's all just

                                          *chaos?
I can take a breath
but can't live my life
I am confused I am dead or alive

I have lots of things to do
will you please give some rest
I am now too tired
will you please clean up my bed

I want to see the moon
the clouds are dark
now its going to rain
can I now see it clear

I have lots of dream
will you please give me prefect night
I need to see my dreams
will you please make me alive
She was my warm cup of tea
at midnight after a nightmare.
She was my fresh from the dryer blanket.
She was my favorite book,
a new glasses cleaning cloth.
She was sugar for my coffee.
She was beautiful,
But I could never say
I loved her.
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