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 Mar 2014 Manny
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
if life was eternal never to grow old
we would live for ever have skin without a fold
be so full of life like we used to be
filled with so much drive and lots of energy
no one would ever die forever we would last
dying far too soon would be in the past
we could be so happy like we were before
never to grow old and live for evermore
 Mar 2014 Manny
Jordan Frances
Keep your eyes on the prize.
You're losing yourself in cliches
As you try to find exactly that.
Who you are , what you want
How to get it
All of these ring simultaneously in your mind
As you step up to the plate.
You're strong,
But you need to be stronger.
You're smart,
But you will only get ahead
If you get smarter.
These are the lies you have been fed.
That you will always be inadequate
And you will never be enough.
Now it is wrecking every area of your existence
You stray from your old friends
Your grades are out of your hands
And your burned out disposition tends
To be a hurtle for your failing body.
Nobody even stops to ask
"Are you alright?"
Because they don't want
To hear the inevitable answer.
You start to feel the heat
But you are denying that there is a fire.
So keep your eyes on the prize
I really hope it's worth
Your beautiful demise.
 Mar 2014 Manny
SøułSurvivør
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We love each other
but there are words
between us


Soul Survivor
I hope this will look like two
Profiles facing each other...
 Mar 2014 Manny
M
Flame
 Mar 2014 Manny
M
Flame burn bright when we are bornèd
every laugh and tear we shed
Flame burn bright when brother wakens
under broken tire tread
Flame burn bright when kissed the first time
soft warm eyelash on the nose
Flame burn bright in late night slumber
wrapped in arms, a sweet repose
Flame burn bright when we grow older
Flame burn bright when young and crazy
Flame burn bright in stars at night
Flame burn bright, soft and hazy
and when the evening comes at last
to the only cold we'll ever know
Flame goes out.
but- while the drunken stupor lasts,
while we're living, wild and fast,
Flame burn bright.
 Mar 2014 Manny
Jordan Frances
I feel it coming on.
It attacks my system
With every weapon on the front line.
It wreaks havoc on my gut
When I am stressed, when I am hurting
Suddenly, my body starts to tingle
And it aches, and aches, and aches.
The pangs of panic and regret
Pierce their way into my midsection.
As my mouth begins to salivate
I know exactly what needs to be done
To make this pain disappear.
I excuse myself, neatly and politely
How ******* ironic
As I go to do one of the messiest things
I have ever done.
It's not emotional
At first
Just business as usual.
I close my eyes
Zone out
As I stick two, three fingers down my throat.
I feel the tension
As it begins to gag
Tighten, release, tighten, release
Until I can no longer breathe.
Tears begin to form
And I begin to cough, uncontrollably.
Finally, everything
All the sadness
All the lonely
All the anxiety
Is ejected from my body.
I sit on the ground
Completely calm, yet I am shaking
It is a similar feeling post-purge as it is post-cigarette
I lean against the stall
My knees pressed to my chest.
I am not sad
But I am crying.
Thinking
"What have I done?"
"How has it gotten this far?"
My legs feel like jelly
And my arms are heavier than I remember.
My head begins to roll back
As my neck is giving out on me.
It feels like I am going to lose myself
But somehow, I do not pass out.
I am snapped back into reality when
I hear someone come into the bathroom
I'm in public?
I forgot.
I walk out, emotionless and unaffected
I have done this so many times before
That I have a gigantic capacity for acting.
My body maybe cured of its physical traumas
But there is still an extreme feeling of nausea
In my heart.
 Mar 2014 Manny
Jordan Frances
I hate you
I hope you get hit in the face
With a brick
And finally, lastly, conclusively
*******.
 Mar 2014 Manny
Nat Lipstadt
Pradip
 Mar 2014 Manny
Nat Lipstadt
Dear Sir,

I can't keep
up with
your prolific, delighting,
creations

This must be
the third poem at least,
for and to you, I,
publicly address

the thought terrifying,
if you took a vacation,
and had really
some free time to write

I do believe man,
it's time for a unique,
reserved, deserved,
and as of yet,
unheard of special,
Hello Pradip Section
on this site

for this is yet one more
in a streaming video
of me acknowledging you,
Master of the Word,
Wright Templar,
Poet Extraordinaire,

Most Importantly,
Beloved Human,
whose vision sees the world
in ways that
I adore

S. suggests,
I
take a vaca
just to eat your words,
in the lazy, rushed fashion
they deserve

but tween us,
your secret kept,
your parrot and
street dog Hengloo
write
every other one,
cause no human could
thus excel,
without some help
of animal spirits
in between your beloved
Saturdays

Yours Devotedly,

An Exhausted Nat Lipstadt
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