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Darling, forgive me for my wishful thinking,
but I’ve been passing up a lot of pretty pennies lately.
Ever since you caught my eye in between those box seats
I’ve been tossing you pick-up lines as worthless as the
gum on my shoe. Silly me, for thinking that you gave
me another chance after you wished me well, and
well, I wished that we were more than “just friends”.
Darling, forgive me for my wishful drinking,
but I’ve been trying to pass up a lot of heartache lately.
All the times that I’ve paid mind to you, aren’t well spent.
So, this is my farewell, but let me tell you it isn’t fair
that you lost interest in my expense. Then again, shame
on me, for wishing for change after I threw it all away.
Maddie Renee Oct 2014
We grew up together,
all 14 years of your life.
Our feet would dance raw on sandpaper
and our laughter sat on the heat.
Vegas was a tough for you.
In the bathrooms at school I would watch your eyes fall from their sockets,
with every hug tolerated your nails chalked into my back,
I sat through every insult tug your eardrum from your head.
My assistance wasn't enough.
You missed nearly 4 days of school and weren't answering my emails or phone calls.
It was like nobody was home.
I ditched school the next day and ran my worries to your doorstep until my lungs were blistered.
I tangled my feet up the stairs twice.
Broke the bathroom door and found your
body limp with your head facedown in the sink,
lip caught in the drain,
fingers were vines in between the handles,
I just sat there,
cradling your body.
Your patience dried up,
and you were thirsty,
but in the desert of Las Vegas,
water is scarce.
I miss you Casey. I still celebrate you birthday silently in my room. I watch our favorite movies on the weekends, and play our favorite board game friday nights. <3
He fiddled with the buckle on his belt
it was just a set of strings strapped to his spine
smeared with sunburnt wax
but he didn’t know any better
it was just a set of strings strapped to his spine
fashioned by his father’s fears
but he didn’t know any better
exodus was upon them
fashioned by his father’s fears
gravity pulled him down
exodus was upon them
his feet were like anchors
gravity pulled him down
down to the trident’s tides
his feet were like anchors
his wings were heavy
down to the trident’s tides
smeared with sunburnt wax
his wings were heavy
He fiddled with the buckle on his belt

© Matthew Harlovic
****** tension.
Luna wants to be on top,
Helios gives in.

© Matthew Harlovic
Haiku
The early bird croons
seducing the morning worm.
Mother cries softly.

© Matthew Harlovic
Haiku
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