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 Nov 2013 phantom89
Ocho the Owl
Every *** has its lid
Or at least that's what I've heard
like every car has it's driver
and every tree has it's bird

Oh how I've waited for mine
How I've pondered and schemed
While heart muscle beckons
and my patience grows lean

every year I get older
every year I grow sad
that my lid is still missing
or possibly dead

All my dreams are but windows
to things that aren't real
and yet I can't help but wonder
why I feel how I feel

Every *** has its lid
Like a drunk needs his ***
I hope it's tonight
when my lid finally comes
Writing eludes me
As I search for the words
To fall upon this paper
But instead I am confronted
With past repeating beats of my pen
Singing along with the melody of sorrow

Extinguishing my pain
Into the forever of my notebook
Trying to ****  the details of my lovers
Only they stay lit,
Burning among my past
With the pages of my future
As my torch is to my felt-tip
As my oxygen is to my lust
Lighting up those well too known letters

Living in elapsed desires
They cannot elope my words
They surround my every thought
They cloud my every walk
For it is my murders
That drive this ink
Right through my chest
Making me mad
For the affliction I crave
And the people that
I'll take with me
Stored in these scratches
To that lonely grave
Probably be adding and editing this one for awhile. Not completely finished yet
forty ounce of miller happiness
the champagne of suicide
cut it back
smoke a pack of camels
smoke another
buy another
only fifteen bucks,
**** it right?
7-11 buffalo chicken rollers
to soak up the chemotherapy
track marks from the lighter burns from the space needle injections
smoke a **** pack
then another
then another
and re-up on GB's until the room starts to carousel
now onto the ****** fratboy lime-a-rita's
**** the 12'er
then it's hard stuff
like george dickel, cracken, and Jameson
still able to count the toes on your feet through your shoes
then add another witches brew to the cauldron
go out armed with three good friends and a knife
pavement pavement pavement
ladies
strangers
strange women
conversation
the most addictive drug of them all
take the shotgun in the mouth
and feel everything pop black
wake up next to a faceless face
send her home
go to work
write a poem
do it all again
 Nov 2013 phantom89
J
Please
 Nov 2013 phantom89
J
i wish my eyes reflected your beauty
so someone could look at me
and want me the way i want you
Are you even real?
That night I saw all your *** appeal
witty, sarcastic with a magic smile
that would make me go for miles
just to see you for a while
we could do it couple style.
and this is all at first glance
already I got no chance
punch drunk for some romance
maybe me and you could slow dance.
so I approached for conversation
with no hesitation
because confidence in demonstration
equates to a better dilation.
Plus luck favours the bold
or that's what I am told
I'm only 24 years old
and my life ain't all gold.
But still I'm like whatever,
couldn't everyone do better?
Plus with this feeling the second I met her,
knew I'd try to get her.
So we talked all night even though she was on the clock
told her I needed her number so we could talk
smiled and told me that I really did walk the walk
I told her I open doors when I hear opportunity knock.
She took my phone, typed her number and her name
I went home smiling with her smile on the brain,
But for some reason I have never seen her again
I called and I messaged and its driving me insane.
and believe me, not in a desperate way
I know how to make this play
I sent a singular message and called once
I ain't ringing her line for days.
Now it's been three weeks and I keep meeting new faces
but I gotta say that none of them have your graces
they all seem too caught up with rat races
and they're all just looking for meaningless embraces.
So it's super unfortunate but hey, c'est la vie.
I'll take one from the beatles and just let it be
so now to scout out some new company
hmm let me see... who will it be?
For the record: six hours after writing this the person in question messaged me after almost three weeks of dead air.  What a world.
 Nov 2013 phantom89
Malia
Fuck him.
 Nov 2013 phantom89
Malia
While you **** him,
I keep ******* other girls,
Waiting for the one day
I can finally *******.
 Oct 2013 phantom89
Julia
Babies
 Oct 2013 phantom89
Julia
We were practically babies
When all of this began.
I [still] have the pictures to prove it.
Now, two years later,
I realize it was easier to be
With you back then,
When my head was in the clouds,
And my heart,
Hopelessly lost with yours.
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