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 Dec 2013 Lucas
Brian Downs
Once met a girl with a pretty face.
One day she tried to put me in my place
I said HEY pretty lady don't you act that way
Or else I might just have to put you away
She shot!
And I got
My skinny *** outta that shop
Checked my head, not a bullet gotta worry about

Once met a girl with mountains on her chest.
One day she tried to put me to the test
I said HEY foxy momma don't you do me wrong
someone oughta put ya where you belong
Then she swung!
And I sprung
Up and out, I was gone
Checked my head, next time I better watch my tongue

Once met a girly with an *** so fine.
But she was always tryna spend every penny o' mine
I said STOP baby now you're gonna **** me dry
You done wasted my money now you're wasting my time
She pounced!
And I bounced
My broke *** out the house
Not a dollar in my pocket, not a girl I gotta worry about

Once met a woman with skin like honey.
She never asked for nothin' and put food in my tummy
I said LISTEN here darlin' we should run away
Cuz with you I would spend every night and day
Then she left!
And I wept
She played me like a clarinet,
Had me on a string like a marionette,
Then put me out like a cigarette,
That summertime sweetie took the heart right outta my chest
 Sep 2013 Lucas
wolfbiter
Giving Up
 Sep 2013 Lucas
wolfbiter
I’ve spent an eternity comparing me
With someone I’ve never met;
I’m not even finished yet
Anchored by this absolute uncertainty
I’ll let the person I will never be
Define me.
And I will sink to the ocean floor
There’s not much else I’m looking for
I will drown in my own misconception
That I won’t amount
To anything.
I will fill my lungs with self doubt
Before I finally plunge down
Tired from treading waters of malcontentment
And when I close my eyes one final time
Losing my breath but finding my mind
I’m finally sure of something
For the first time in my life.
 Sep 2013 Lucas
wolfbiter
It's midnight in September and above me all I can see
Is every word I could never come up with
Formed into constellations I could never articulate.
Perhaps if my mouth were as vast as the sky
I could spill out my mind without second guessing.
Even after choking down a spoonful of ipecac
I can't manage to regurgitate
The paragraphs I swallowed an hour ago.
I still haven't grasped the concept
Of translating from Emotion to English
The meaning always gets lost somewhere in between.
My stomach remains forever tied
In the bunny ear knot my brother taught me.
At five years old I didn't realize
The pain I was putting my shoelaces through.
And I still remember when my mother told me
"You've got a heart so big it'll swallow you whole"
It's taken me all of my nineteen years
To fully understand what she meant.
Gravity:
What goes up,
must come down.
That's what Science tells us.

And though I've never felt
the need to understand things,
only people,
I find myself circling around the
concept of gravity,
and how well it plays with
eastern ideology, with death.

After the spirit ascends,
It must come, crashing, back down
to Earth.
Sparking against the surface
as a new soul, a new way of being.

I've always been told
to read between the lines,
and maybe I've been treating my textbook
like a work of fiction,
but what if gravity is just
a metaphor for obsessive affection,
and reincarnation it's very
toxic enabler?

What if we're just stuck
in limbo, until the Earth
learns how to let us go?
 Mar 2013 Lucas
Tommy
Hera
 Mar 2013 Lucas
Tommy
I once got lost,
In the depths of time,
Where the fire was my friend,
And as the light of the flame guided me,
Through the dark alleyways of the maze they call history,
I came upon a watch.
And on the front of this watch
Was inscribed a quote,
Telling of the misfortune of the lands from which it came.
I called it the shadow game,
And,
As it lured me further into the depths of the invisible labyrinth,
It became clear that it was not true.
It had all been a rouse,
One which I had been naive enough to believe,
With all my heart.
And as I cried for help,
In the darkness of the maze,
I realised I was alone,
Lost,
In a puzzle never to be solved.
And I looked to the front of the watch again.
Only in the darkness can you see the stars
So I looked up,
And sure as sure,
I saw the galaxies of our ever expanding universe,
Floating above my head,
And I realised I was not alone,
And never would be.
the inscription is a quote by Martin Luther King Jr.
the name is a reference to Greek mythology:  In Greek mythology, Zeus places his son born by a mortal woman, the infant Heracles, on Hera's breast while she is asleep so that the baby will drink her divine milk and will thus become immortal. Hera wakes up while breastfeeding and then realizes she is nursing an unknown baby: she pushes the baby away and a jet of her milk sprays the night sky, producing the faint band of light known as the Milky Way. (wikipedia)
 Mar 2013 Lucas
Kingafroninjaa
He sold a sweet dream.
A dream so sweet even God would have goosebumps at the mere thought of it.
A dream that the fairest in all the land would be envious.
Our dream where our love would outshine the sun across a thousand galaxies.
A dream where my first name would latch onto his last name causing the heavens to sing above us.
The blissful dream that he sold to me would've been passed down to our generations every Sunday dinner.
That dream, I lived for it. Craved for it.  
Dreaming of his stolen dream that he sold to me.
Our once tangible dream began to collapse around me.
That dream I once I lived for turned into a forgotten nightmare of his doing
10W
My allergies have been acting up lately... Haiku! Bless you.
My 10 word contribution. I'm sorry for how cheesy this is but it made me laugh!
 Feb 2013 Lucas
SJ
decaying.haven
 Feb 2013 Lucas
SJ
I am
the house
of many un-welcomed guests
they pollute
untruthful filth
leaving blotted stains
onto the floorboards
and smear
corrupt dreams all over the walls
giving an oh so very
languishing look
they always happen
to grab a frenzy of possessions
and never return them
sometimes
they drench the furniture
with lust,
cravings,
urges,
and ignite it for embers to spark
for just a short while
do they not sympathize
that it brings extreme
torment
to a wound that has been stitched up
an abundance of times?
all in all,
my drained distressed self
must get back on my feet
and reconstruct this hell,
once again.
 Jan 2013 Lucas
Brian Downs
he missed the days when he could sit down and relax
a paradox
a parallax
the stories of youth and tales of old
the nights of flame and soot and coals
colors blurred and faces too
he needs a way to get him through
the night is his home but the day is too long
so he spreads his worth till the yawn of dawn
and he gets by because he needs to
he's gotta prove them wrong
a soul who has been flushed
but the drain is clogged
they would have let him go
but hearts are softer now then ever before
travis was a wise man who got caught up in the feel
now *** and mary j replace his every meal
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