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Parker Vance Jun 2014
I would be mortified
Embarrassed
Shamed
Sickened
Horrified
Paralyzed
Petrifi­ed
Nauseated
Sick at myself
Humiliated
Self disgusted
(Oh what's the word for losing your last friend to bad writing)
No. You can't read my poetry.
Parker Vance Jun 2014
I jump into things too much, too quickly
And often regret it later

I don't jump off of things much at all
And also regret it later.
Parker Vance Jun 2014
Some days I drown more than others
And some days I can't write a single word
Other days I can write lots of sonnets with lots of words
That don't say much at all

Today I am drowning a lot more than usual
And I can't quite catch my breathe
long enough to write so
I typed this instead
Parker Vance May 2014
I worked six hours today
And I still find myself
Skipping out of mcdonalds
With my sore and swollen feet
And an obscene smile spread across my face
Unable to make myself act accordingly
Because of you
Parker Vance May 2014
You say your favorite Eagles song is Take It Easy
But I never liked that one
I prefer Take it to the Limit
Or I Can't Tell You Why
But hearing it now
Reminds me of you
And maybe that's enough to make it the best song I've ever heard
Parker Vance May 2014
I tried to write a poem for my mom
Filled with warmth and admiration
That she could feel a deep happiness while reading.
I really did
But all that came out
Were a few poems about a mean boy at school
Some ******, unoriginal cliches
And a suicide note

So here it is:
"I'm so sorry"
Lioness, she
unsheaths claws
Tongue and teeth and flesh,
All yours,
Prey devoured,
She-cat
Roars.
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