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JP Mantler Aug 2015
It's cool and cloudy in our backyard
The trees are now empty
I feel helpless since they left me

I'm cold and quiet and very scared
I want my parents to come back home
Where are you mom, where you are dad
I feel alone

Ryan and I, we are waiting for you two
The cold *** of coffee is still full from this morning
It's empty though
JP Mantler Aug 2015
My therapist tells me to blame everything on my loved ones
My loved ones think they are my therapist

I think this is all a sick joke

She tells me I'm no longer funny
I think she lost her sense of humour

I think this is all a sick joke

**Sick Joke.
You are all ******* sick.
JP Mantler Aug 2015
Can you cure yourself of being a *****?
May I **** you if you cannot be cured?
Your boy is a starving pilot
Who strives for another let down
Will you bring him down again?
Will you bring your brother back?
JP Mantler Aug 2015
Crazy wind
You scare my girl
And make her wait
Inside for the rain
You make her shout
Crazy wind you'll pay
I swear to you
That I'll have God
show you how much wind
He can breath in
Crazy wind
Next of kin,
I'll have her well
I throw my fire at you
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Crazy wind
JP Mantler Jul 2015
She loves insulated cable kiss fights
What, the lion mouse or something
Civil action quiets the pratt
You talk to me like a brick and a lampost.
Love me the media
***** peel for us, you
a germ in the cesspool
Debate ******* worship of theatre
Less is more, a comic-******

She is less insulated with comic-******
The lion debates mice of worship
For civil germ to host pratt-party
And a lampost
You talk and peel like bad skin
**** me the media
Dirt worshipped in the hairy eyes
a sappy sad man who is exposed
Something ******* and unknown
More is shown through  less of talk
Meantime
JP Mantler Jul 2015
I wish the sun was always set The orange glow on my burdened mind
I wish for the drug-induced warmth To embrace me as I run
I'd run down the orange shadowy road where I'd see rows and rows of my orangy white house I'd search for little but stumble across many
An alien crash site at my old school A sadness overwhelm, I'd beg
For return, the orange people sigh
Tell me to go, tell me then

It's the sun in their eyes that tell me to go, they tell me to go, so I leave

I leave
JP Mantler Jul 2015
Western Avenue Island is fine for me
I'm going to be a very honest person
Feel it shine for me
I'm going to be a lucky person, you'll see

Page Park Boulevard guide me home
I'll be singing a song while driving alone
Find me a place to sleep it all off
Find me a friend who'll pretend I'm lost

Drunken ***** eyes guide me home
Find me a mind with a dream to roam
Skipping stones with eyes of gloam
Can't be that friend who'll see me home
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