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 26s Renee C
dread
Something from the fire,
something just to know,
if I'm a liar, lord take my throat,

There's something just about her,
and how she chooses to know,
and how she holds a fire without letting it go,

Dresses made of sunlight and proses of rose,
feelings like a won fight and dances of our nose,
To live is to meet her, to die is to let go,

and when I think about her, I swear I truly know,
how love becomes a fire and not just thoughts we hold,
and I'm impervious to liars because with her is where I go.
decomposing, fertilizer
an altruistic killer
new plants grow from flesh
does it have my anxiety?
my oddly sharp canines?
when the creatures of the forest eat from me
will they relive my memories
a lion in a classroom
a caterpillar taking antidepressants
a bird mourning a love.
if i give my blood to water a plant
my life had meaning
a knife entered me, and i gained time
my spine extends as the trunk of the tree
off white, stands out from the green
there are six minutes of brain activity after the body is dead
whats the difference between neurons and chlorophyll
perhaps in the wilderness man turns wild
why do serial killers leave remains in the forest?
a chaotic mirror, compulsion to ****
nature is both a hiding place and my confessional booth
before i grew, my eyes met my killer
the glimmer of their smile in the darkness
their canines were sharp too.
 12m Renee C
Skyla GM
Your silver voice,
slick as a fish,
I’d gut,
dice,
and toss
it to the sharks.

Velvet and hypnotic,
you sweet-talk your way
through our minds—
slipping past our conscience
and every blaring red flag,
entangling us
in pleasant submission.

I’m desperate
to erase
every trace of you.
 16m Renee C
kevin
For vandalism during covid
I was dying of hunger in the streets
I couldn't talk anymore
Too many prisoners around
Realignment is happening
Gang wars
Cartel wannabe's about to get bounded out
Smooth jacks cutting women up

So the sheriff's brought me in
Offered me a squabbles felony
With terms blah blah

Last time I visit fort for a wash up and a grind I ask the **** particle you goin up state

He says yeah
I said blah let's do legal
Gotta cup of coffee
Laughed at b3 date benders
And walked out

They told on y'all they wasn't but ice was on your house

We skated, my news friend droopy sap the fallen fro don
Dread the snuffle up against us in his burial helmet for a spliff

I was chillin waiting for stencil to crawl around the spoofed upon

She cool

O.K. Mr Russell the second movement got no fiber? Talking bad music video nonsense about his last night's

The Anderson

Anderson, Mr Russell put Minister Farrakhan on pause, wanna stir my hot cocoa

Geocities androids a debutante I wire tap myself
Remind me update my sashsas

No betta's
 17m Renee C
nivek
winged assassin Mr Hawk
beautiful and deadly

another Dove bites the dust
feathers plucked, no more flying

another poet for 'peace'
voice fading

all the children starving to death
their storytime ended.
 17m Renee C
Maddy
Always been a female Charlie Brown and Linus with Marcie thrown in for good measure
There are Lucys in my life, but they still scare me
Been a victim and now a survivor with flashbacks
Don't go there, please
Loner but not lonely
Having to accept that things change won't dare come for an answer
Sometimes, I'm too kind and good for my own good
Harder for teachers to learn lessons
Yet, they do
Moving on to the right direction and journey
Nearing Gravitas
Play it slow-
not for romance,
but because the strings are blistered,
and every note splits the sky
with fire.

Stroll through the panic,
it’s routine:
duct tape on the windows,
radio on low,
a list of missing birds
tacked to the wall
like fallen saints.

You said you'd carry me,
but the world’s gone grey,
and the olive tree’s
just smoke now.

There’s no audience left.
Just wind
and its thousand-watt warning.

Still, your spine curves to the rhythm
like a fever dream from Babylon,
hips like warning sirens,
ankles sunk in ash.

I want to understand
what we ruined,
but only at a pace I can stand,
only with eyes closed.

There was a time
we dressed like lovers.
Now it’s mylar blankets
and filtered masks.

We knew the promise;
we broke it anyway,
above it,
beneath it,
inside it.

Someone keeps whispering
about children,
as if hope still blooms
in poisoned soil.

Play it slow,
with bare hands if you must.
But don’t pretend this isn’t a requiem.
Don’t dress it up in velvet or vows.
Just let the music float
and burn,
like everything else.
SoCal climate: golden skies, ash in your lungs, beauty on fire.
 17m Renee C
kevin
In change of spent
Lift from them my cost
He
tramps off into the distance
waiting for a miracle
conversing with the Oracle
his hair is getting long.

Babylon not gone
it
comes on
in the second act.
Shark Week plays on every screen
in the hothouse tavern; the barkeep

wears a Jaws t-shirt and doesn't miss
a single shouted order tho she stares

at silvered flanks grayly gliding
by the man in the cage.

He points his camera at hunks
of blooded gristle-head that lure

the black gape. Hey, says Tom
at the right terminus of the bar,

it's like my wedding photos.
His friends laugh, no one else

is quite sure how funny it was.
The diver doesn't flinch even

when the bars are tusked in
by hunger's muscle; I marvel

& consider that this is a proper
attitude toward death, even if

a touch more Hemingway than
I might normally prefer.

When I exit into wet-wire dusk,
an almost-green marine evening,

I think of how eagerly we anticipate
the remorseless teeth that make

no distinction between us and the bait
we lay in our endless desire to know.
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