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Jun 2017 · 240
2:27 AM
Janae Thompson Jun 2017
The party in my mind
won't let me calm down
I tried screaming and shouting
but they all seem to stick around

They bathe in the liquor of consciousness
depriving me of my needs
replaying every scene over and over

They like to stay up all night
creating false imaginations,
altercations and self deprecating
stimulation's of images.

only fueling their side of the lobe.
They've been here for a while now
I know they won't leave.

Ssssh! shes sleeping, be careful
dont wake up the warrior of schemes
She doesn't understand that
we need to be here

She hates us for the way
we made her think
one day someone will tell her

that without us
It'll only be the vibrations of her body
that will here her scream.
Jun 2017 · 181
Motel Inquires
Janae Thompson Jun 2017
You have made my motel
a place where no one must stay
Suddenly a blazing summer noon
turns into a could beating winter.

You found your way back inside my walls
The smoke from your lungs turn into ghosts
who haunt me night after night.

Spelling your name out in the blood
I wished was mine.
Your voice lingers into the other rooms
I figured you had company over soon.

You paid for 24 hours but only stayed for three.
I was beginning to think that my building
wasn't to neat for you, for me.

Milk stained all over my bed sheets
you treated your addiction with love
but looked at everyone else like burned out lungs.

I spilled a piece of my kindness onto you
believing your heart will be restored
But your monsters wouldn't let me go.

I screamed for you,
"don't let them take over my soul"
No answer, Not one voice at all.

I think you knew of the evil that crept upon you
Somewhere beneath your spilled milk
Your creatures were oh so sacred
never allowing you to seek for greatness.

A part of me has left with you
but until you see the truth
I'll sit here patiently waiting
to be invited back into my motel
that you claimed as your safe haven.

— The End —