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Shadeless shapes shifting
Back and forth and upside down
Not sure what is real
I'm not confident which category this should be placed in. It's kinda about the nature of things AND the nature of people...it's a Henyrū ****
After years of tears
Posing as pointless pity
Dug despair a grave
Written 3-9-23
Watch me pick pieces
Cardiac geometry
Repair rut you ripped
I have taken small pieces of various places around my heart and patched up the gaping hole you left as best as I can. What else can I do?
 Nov 2024 Mike Hauser
Ike E Davis
A target on his back
A beating threatened
The garbage men
Did their work
With their candidate
Winning
"What was in the past.."
And other word salad..
Imagine Walz near the nuclear
Button,
For a nuclear winter
I was getting several unwanted
Text five times a day
It totally re-enforced
My desire to see America great.
Congratulations
AMERICA
May your republic
Rejoice
she casts her pencil like a wand as magic soaks into the page her flannel cascades around her work, shielding it from curious eyes she tilts her head to listen to the lecture, but her heart is elsewhere running through castles and stumbling through candle lit streets colors tangle to mirror the expanse of her dreams she shares her soul with every meticulous stroke each face blessed by her style but never the same when she designs she never aims for perfection for she knows perfect is just a fancy way of saying flawed she erases and redraws as if her art could never satisfy her desires it can always be better but it is never good enough if only she knew I meant it when I told her I loved her drawing her art speaks to me like Mona Lisa never could
The only thing worse
Than pulling the trigger
Is spending your entire Life
With a barrel on your mouth
Just waiting for that 'bang'
P.s. This is not a poem about suicide. It's about expectations. About living with a heavy burden and never being able to set free of it.
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