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I'm drunk off emotional musicians and vitamin water
Too much vitamin C and musical wrist slitting
Too inappropriate?
I'm not going to ask for forgiveness.

Get the **** out of the car
I don't care if we're going 90 miles down the road
If I said I wanted you out
I want you out

This is pure *******
Uncommitted
Unfiltered
Unwanted
Accept the three you's
And learn to accept me.
It's like how to wrongs don't make a right
But three rights make a left

Disney Cartoons that no-one enjoys
Put your hands in the air
One more round of exotic-bird bingo

Bury me deep in the ground with a ******* *****.
Leave me nothing but a tombstone
Inscribed
"Here lies a self-righteous *******.
Always thought his **** was better than
Everyone else's."

Did I ever tell you,
I stole my best friend's girlfriend?
And then broke her heart on her birthday?
I'm a ******' joke.

I'm not even rhyming anymore
It's not like I care.
There's no form here
My soul laid bare

Play with me a bit.
I'm here, so **** me.

Soothing lyrics whispered into ears of babes
Drowning in bath water.
I haven't talked a while
To my father's daughter.
I just hurt myself with my own rapier wit
Cutting goes both ways
I'll admit.

****, this poem stings
Coming off a lyrical ******
Called this the right ****
But my alignment's off-center.
I need to see the blood.
Need to see it pool up from
My warm skin, just over
The blue vein that carries
This rueful life through me.

A thin sewing needle,
Little steel splinter,
Would press so very
Exquisitely to my
Fragile, pining flesh.

You must let me do this,
Must let me draw out a fat tear
Of sanguine wine that will tint
My anxious lips and
Intoxicate my eager tongue.
I lay here on my mattress,
Curled up under a powder blue sheet
That’s too thin to keep me warm.
False raindrops hit my eardrums
Whispering their too-good lies.
“He’s coming,” they say.
“He’s waiting,” they say.
“He wants you.”
“He needs you.”

Lying little raindrops.
But, oh, such a sweet sound…

Soon I’m lost,
Drinking in the melody of untruths
That plays inside my head.

I’m falling off this pillowed cliff
Waiting to hit the ground.
Too bad you aren’t there
Waiting at the bottom,
To keep me safe and sound.

The raindrops lie.
They cheat me out of good dreams…
I trip off the edge of the cushioned cliff
And stumble into sleep.

(And even there I can’t reach you.)
O peach pit heart
here’s rain to drink
uncurl, let fall
the bristling gate
the single, precious drop.

O desert mind,
prepared for wars
that never came
disperse!

It’s gone.
and what was it again?
that urgent incantation
that spell for warding off the past

that breathed it into being?
Don't.
There's a word for you, a word I like, a word you treasure.

*****.

A five-letter fantasy of brute force,
a word too appropriate for a girl like you.

You say it's for the laughs
a "term of endearment"
only true affection could contradict.
Yet with it, you can shut me down
convince the world I'm wrong
spin the story as you like—
all with a smile on your face.

Naturally, I do the same
with a tone that seems sarcastic
the word itself less frequent.

I like its flavor
so effortless.

We think ourselves clever
hearing others call us "cute"
but of neither term are we deserving.

We're still ******.

For neither of us is beautiful,
neither of us could hold the weight of the world,
and neither of us is worth ****.


At least I admit it.
Like after talking on the phone for an hour,
The cotton- like silence that fills your ears
That was what it was like

The sun playing hide and seek
With the horizon
And the mist
Strung in the air with invisible strings

Dew slowly formed
Crystal diamonds
On a field of jade grass

Mist dissipated into the endless sky
Endless blue water above
Endless green below…

Air so pure
So absolute
So fresh
Every smell brings everything in

Every breath is like a cold winter day
Except it isn’t cold,
But you can still sense every
Little thing.

Small birds
Like children’s kites in the sky
Little frogs
Like small skipping stones

Me, maybe out of place
But not really
I know I belong
Because the birds sing

And the frogs croak
And the wind sings sweet and soft
The clouds drift lazily across the ever blue sky
The grass ripples like the water
Everything is slow and meaningful

Everything is meant to be
Everything is chosen to be here
Therefore everything has a part
Everything is meant

The warmth from the sun
The cool blow of the wind
The ere of magic
Runs threw my mind

It can’t be real
But it can’t not be real
Don’t open your eyes,
Open your mind…
Posh poetries in the minds of the youth
Aren't we all such genius minds?
(Doesn't that sound cool? I'm just puffing smoke!)

Pretty women, walking by
Men that lack a stronger eye
(It rhymes, but I mean willpower)

Just in case you didn't know,
I assume you do.
(Once again, I'm talking about my
analogies and wordplay)

Talking in text
Because face-to-face is awkward
But your smile downplays it,
And I'm happy to bask in it
(It being the awkward situation for you
grammar nuts out there.)

I figure I'd be funny
Poetry like Bugs Bunny
I just hope it's a little more "PC"
(Politically-correct, Bugs Bunny was not, though
funny he was.
If you don't know who Bugs is, educate yourself!
You sadden me.)
Honestly, I'm just ******* around.
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