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The Umbrella

It was a rainy sort
Of afternoon, when I crossed
The bridge didn't notice
Half it was missing.
Held on to my brolly when I fell
Parachuted landed on a barge.
They needed a deckhand.

The sea was a black mirror, the cook
Was artistic and ****** we only had
Bacon butties that day
I gave the collapsible canopy to the first mate
It was green and covered
In seagull droppings
 Sep 2017 oliver g wilikers
Lynne
the more i'm alone,
the better i like myself.
it's like i constantly
must look into a mirror
and identify every curve
every blemish
every scar
every piece of myself
that i used to despise.
and even mentally
the loneliness and solitude
is like someone who is constantly
bandaging and tending
to the bruises and cuts
in my mind.
the more i'm alone,
my confidence and love of life
flourishes.
every person should find their
solitude
and relish in its absolute.
 Sep 2017 oliver g wilikers
laura
the more she says daddy
the more milk she gets
puts a show on for her daddy yeah

takes shelter in a five million dollar home
licks her up in lapping waters
throws her in the tub fitting eight people

august burns away slowly
but these memories don't
and probably never will
 Sep 2017 oliver g wilikers
Aspen
today i thought
of you
and i didn't flinch
my heart didn't
beat any faster
my mind didn't
race
i'm getting along
without you
 Sep 2017 oliver g wilikers
sage
When I was little, I found myself seeing my blood a lot.

I would slip, or fall, or graze my skin.

It was always the times I was having the most fun.

Scars came over time, and each one of them meant that I had happy memories before they occurred.

Now when I see my blood,

I'm no longer okay with it.

I have new scars, and with them,

I can only remember that I used to have happy memories before they occurred.
i was bleeding today.
 Sep 2017 oliver g wilikers
kay
moon
 Sep 2017 oliver g wilikers
kay
the moon is mirrored in your eyes
a glittering satellite reflecting light onto the sleepy planet below
I wish I could take your hands and tell you I hung it just for you
but I'm not god, and I don't think you'd believe me if I was
I love girls so much, man
 Sep 2017 oliver g wilikers
kay
I want to be spring
I want to be soft buds on tree branches, the low murmur of melting snow, the fresh blue of newly clear skies
I want to be soft, brisk wind whipping across forests and plains, animals moving as one from darkness to the world again, pollen in the air
but I'm not
I'm winter
cold, unforgiving, ice and metal and skin, the heavy blanketing of deaf snow over miles of the world
frozen branches snapping in silent nights and the retreat of all living things deeper into their homes
winter with it's dangers, it's unknown, a set of footprints in the snow leading deep into the woods and never coming out
I want to be warm and soft and new, alive again every year
but I'm not
I remember locking myself in my room
COMMA
blasting the radio
COMMA
covering my head with a pillow
PERIOD
Even while I was doing that
COMMA
I could still hear my mother screaming at my father to stop
PERIOD
I heard glass breaking
COMMA
pans hitting the floor
COMMA
dishes crossing the floor
PERIOD


After the fights
comma
I would always come check on my mom
comma
sometimes she was covered in blood and bruises
period

As I looked across the floor as she was
cleaning the mess my father made comma
glass everywhere
period
Everything from counters and tables
were scattered from kitchen all the way to living room

Period.
 Aug 2017 oliver g wilikers
ry
one day everything will be just how i like it.
itll be warm but not too much.
the bed will be soft and so will the duvet and the light
and you'll be right there by my side.
because we know what we have.
our bond our trust will exceed all else.
ill have no words to describe how i feel but one.
an album actually not so much a word.
blonde.
ill feel like summer and new opportunities and lost loves and achingly sweet heartbreaks.
ill be scarily tranquil. a feeling that is greatly unbeknownst to me.
still ill have no words to describe how i feel but my favorite color.
ill feel like the color of sunsets and fire.
ill be a warm yet dusty orange.
so light and airy youd almost think i was a simple pink.
and this is what happiness will feel like
i don't know what this means exactly but I've been getting major frank ocean vibes from everything right about now and orange is my favorite color.
summers ending and i cant stop writing idk how i feel wowie
Happy Ever After
Dad, lit the Christmas tree used proper candles,
My mother complained about the fire- hazard, this annoyed my
dad who opened the window threw out the tree then peed on the flapping
curtains which, had caught fire.
The tree landed foot down and looked pretty in the snow.
The police came took dad away, they wished happy Christmas.
When the gin bottle was empty, mother sang,
“silent night” until neighbours knocked on the wall.
Dad, came home next day, he had a black eye I had a bike.
Next Christmas my dad bought electric light, mother
had joined the AA, but still, I had to visit my aunt.
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