The men line up
Up against my brain
Too big for its skull
They bleed out my eyes
And eyelashes become their noose.
But you don't ever get in line.
So you won't be finished off.
Done, you sewn up creature,
Will you keep this name?

Go ahead
Finish me off with your broken
Neck intentions
I see how your eyes flutter and shut
Like a hospital bed curtain
I see the hangmen
Dangling from your
Eyelashes

Slowly fire red
blood dries to a maroon
and, there, a raccoon
mocks your crawling carcass

Ha ha you know the rhyme then
Again and again
I'm looking for someone who can understand
Awkward crisscrossing needle and thread
Your hands are stained red with my blood
Now you are gone
Your absence leaving
Bleeding bullet holes
That anyone can walk
By and put their fingers in
I love the quick high
The exasperated rush but
I wish now you did not leave
Such a perfect exit wound

Needle and thread shaking
But Why? Haven't I done this before?
A thousand times
Change his name.
Sew him up.
Scared every time.*

You changed your name
A thousand times since last we met
I am cold and tired my wounds deep
I love you no-name
Sew me up

I want to read yall's poetry  forever
Things change always but
Some things remain the same
I want Bernadette's Poetry
She knows I gotta be her number one fan
Love that girl

Makiya, miss green
You'r ethereal grace
Mots dépendant de vos d'à de suis de je d'intrigue

amoureuse de lundi d'oui d'Oui.
Petit dessus de jusqu'au de poumons de mes de Remplir de fumée de La d'aiment
de mots de vos de titres de mort de vos de La
Ann ****** I am crushin' on real hard
And victoria
Like clockwork she indulges me
Even
The poems I am
Not so proud of
Anon C
and Odi...I miss the shadow of your
Shape against my soul
Your words filling my cranial cavity
Like fire spreading
All of those who read and do not comment
That's alright. As long as you don't find me
Annoying on your feed
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The game stays the same
I've lost and lost again
Sleeping in ******* crack houses
Or any warm place
Though I do not regret
The memories ensnared on rubber cement
On my past
Life passes though and with each new day love is found
The moments tick away
But time as they say
LIFE'S BIGGEST ILLUSION
I moved into my grandparents house
They made a little bedroom for me
It is perfect
My parents ...still too fresh in my mind
The pain in my heart belongs to them for
Rebellion is a cruel taskmaster
I work at their church
And they  make me dress up nice
I sit in a pew and sing along
The familiar sting though
Tempts me to make
Just one phone call
To see how he's doing
I won't buy any pills...I promise
A surprising refuge I have found
I wake up like clockwork at four a.m
And run like I am being chased through
The humid 18 hole golf course
Right on their back doorstep
The trees are wonderful, and
A canal overgrown lies past the treeline
And into the deep swampy wood
The willows as mourning widows
Hang over a certain pond I have discovered
There is a girl
But she is the Jesus type
She teaches elementary at the church's school
Her name is Amanda
Her hair is curly and
Her eyes are blue and
Her voice is sweet and gentle
Here hands small
White delicate things
She
Must
Have caught me staring
I will ask her tommorrow
To come eat dinner with me and my grandparents
Maybe we will play Scrabble or
Go to walk to my secret place where the willows
Weep on my pond
I am a king
Happiness floods my heart
Because I know I'm lucky
And at this moment
I am content with this life