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Aug 2017 · 242
Sunrays and full rivers
Michael Rabutla Aug 2017
I love how we sugarcoat the struggle. It fits my fingers and decorates my wounds. Usually the Dog would lick them but this, this is too rosey. It's sunny on my soft hospital bed and I can hear the sound of medicine ringing in my ears.

The numbness caused by the dosage really disappoints my fans of the performance I put on when the drugs kick in. Allergic reactions to the drugs that look like a seizure so perfectly executed just so Portia can come to my rescue. She's the nurse with the beautiful *** and Warm chest. I'd like to thank the academy.

I know this feeling won't last forever. Least I'm not drunk again. Nostalgia's a ***** in this bed. My sorrows in the cigarette smoke was how I blew off steam. You knew I was fighting demons when I rolled the greens. I'd blow and blow some more to sharpen my senses. Wait, is that a six or a nine? Oops I didn't mean to jump the gun. The bullet missed my skull and Pierced my soul.


Stumbling through my recovery at least I got jack And Susan to help me. Sorry I meant Anxiety and I don't give a **** about your dying pet. That'll be anger.

Don't lose focus, back to my sunny hospital bed.
The effects of drugs and alcohol. Least I know what killed me. Of course you'll live longer than me. I inject my tight veins with boiling liquids, my twitching hands and bloodshot eyes dare not interrupt my fix. You on the other hand, Pizza and a Coke and call it a night. Huh. I'll race you to the death bed.  

Sit down and compute. The difference is that my fixes take longer to prepare so you can keep reading about standards and Choices but don't act concerned, this is not sophisticated.

Okay. I'm about to perform again. I'd like to thank the academy. Isn't sad that Portia isn't working today?

All my efforts gone to waste. Lord, My hospital bed is winter now and it's here to stay. I always knew I'd be buried with the winter. My souvenir to a warmer world.

Look at it however way you want, Roses with thorns or Thorns with roses. The ride has beautiful colours and thorny Grounds but most importantly, the ride ends.

I'm sorry, is this the part where I cry?
May 2017 · 193
I'm here
Michael Rabutla May 2017
Here I am looking for you in all the eyes I come across. Sometimes I see you sometimes I don't. But, it's not resemblance I'm looking for. It's not the way you twitch your eyebrows or how your eyes spark when you see something you like. It's you. Your soul. That's what I sort in your eyes.

But I might have seen it. Somewhere on TV or on a magazine.

It's typical and shallow. Quite pathetic. There's a you in my neighbor.

But me? You won't find me. I'm all over and nowhere at the same time.  I'm here and I'm  there . I don't know who I am. How can you find me if you don't know me.

If I don't know me. We've basically scratched the surface of me.

But it's good. Because of that, You'll forever look for me in your neighbor and won't find me. Because I'm here.
May 2017 · 966
Hey, Marry me.
Michael Rabutla May 2017
I said, HI.
Marry me, if your love is as cold as mine. I said, marry me, If you're okay with dry lips in the morning because the cooking oil is finished. The sun rise is not special. No, not here. My days don't have punctuations and certainly not a full stop. No

Yesterday is today because my stomach is still hungry and my lips are still dry.

I said, Marry me, If my sorrows are your comfort and your teeth are as yellow as mine.

Let's talk about my heavy hugs that never reach your waist and my love for the bottle.

How about my Noodle *** and the blankets I share with my dog, Rusky.

Are you ready to let your dreams die ? Because I'll **** them.
Australia? Yeah, I'll take you. One day

But for now, You're gonna gonna breathe in the euphoric air of the  cemetery and build your home here.

I'll show you a world with no sun and I'll teach you how to tell time.

I said, Marry me.

And so she looked at me and said, Maybe in another life

And I watched her walk away thinking, What a freak.

But I, I'm a genius.
May 2017 · 484
12am-3am
Michael Rabutla May 2017
Tell them what really happens . I know you know.

Tell them you know why the Blue Sky is black. What is it you think you know about water and spectrums?


You think******* looks like Chalk but you don't really care because you Smoke something else.

Tell them you think twice before saying something smart, Not very Smart is it?

I know you think they went to the Moon. Because you chose Neil and Mark over Mulder and Scully.
                                                                
Talk to them about your glorious ****** peaks that long for someone to match your Broken.

I know you think they don't know. How could they possibly know cloud-99


The Bliss. My days aren't numbered here.

My cup of tea, diluted because lukewarm is all I am

My HorrorScopes forever being so Jack and Rose on the shipwreck. Except, This is not a film.

Don't mention how I always Choke on the Calcium I smoke because******* is too Mainstream. That's not your business anyway.

It's the River of Frozen tears I get the  night chills from. I'm sick and how do I tell my Mother that I'm coming?    

Who'll open the gates for me?

May The Lord See my heart and forgive me. My intention was to break bread  and Learn how to sing. But all I learned was how to Speak Melancholia.
Mar 2017 · 253
You vs Them
Michael Rabutla Mar 2017
What's different between you and I?

I think nothing. We're very much alike. Except I walk with my Hands and touch with feet. I kiss with my nostrils and think with my heart.

My teeth gnash and leave Cracks in my skull. My body fluids taste like sugar and my breath stinks.

I have 2110 hairs on my hair, Uh! I just plucked one. That's one less hair on my hair. But you wouldn't know the difference.

I do.

You're moving in violent speed, Steering wheel on your fake accent and a 1000 Miles into a  maze-like future. Wrong lane too. But you're in hurry anyways.

We're the same you and I. Just Wait til the blue sky is black and the Wine bottle has hit rock bottom. You'll see.

— The End —