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badtaste May 2019
he built the machine
now he can fly

he didn't do it for money
but watch it come by

he couldn't cook
but with one look
of green faces involved
he sold an accident
and now can step up
to evolve

the masses eat his cuisine
surprisingly with delight

tear at each other
arms first legs next
to sit closer to their
current creator

covered in fear
cloaked in future
coming from darkness
anything is better
badtaste May 2019
he buries his past in his backyard
he burns photographs of memories trying so hard
not to give in
so he can join them
but too live on knowing
-
if only his daughter
could say
heaven is warm
and try to warn
how he coups will have his
mind,will, and soul
to the slaughter
for the devil
on a golden ruby plate
don't destroy your memories or hide thinking of the person when trying to coup, don't destroy yourself physically mentally or emotionally when going through couping
it's all ok, plz thx
badtaste May 2019
righteous sickness
obtained from the nameless mistress
alone on a train
I
sit next to her
doesn't even matter
she's a mad hatter running from alcoholism
and all 7 step-fathers
time to main stations
let's give her a reason to see the sun set
before the night is shoveled in red...
...blood
badtaste May 2019
lava lamp Jonas
tried to scam me again
acting like
he can sell a potable fireplace
or the color to your lovers eyes
or even a warmth that feels like home...

...psh what a ***...
...
..
.
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badtaste May 2019
reason and emotion sat alone in an empty room
my brain aches from all the arguing that seems to always
resume
badtaste May 2019
babe I'm not upset
just having a little frustration
I don't want to fall in love next weekend
I just don't want to give up on this communication

my heart is dying might need to charge soon
I've dreamt of your warmth bleeding onto me
in your room

ever since you've given me voice to sing poetry-
-bring to life every epic of a tragic love story,
I'm sorry but I can't forget you over a weekend,
or even-
-after a calm midnight
summer
solar wind
badtaste May 2019
WAKINGUP...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~­~~~~~~~
I couldn't sleep again
only remembering thoughts
scattered like puzzle pieces
of back when
I was told in school
making friends comes second
happiness comes third...


MEANWHILE ATSCHOOL...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~­~~~~~~~
in poetry class
we were shown
how words can make hearts melt like snow
and that we each have the power
to thaw out the cold
from anybody with a kindle in their soul


AFTER SCHOOL...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~­~~~~~
in a parking lot
alone in my 98 Camry
I didn't just **** the engine
I snapped the cars personified neck
with the flick of my shaking hand

I hold a pen
a beautiful pen
from the girl who sat behind me in
poetry

from the glovebox
I hold a gun
a powerful fierce magnum
that spits fire across my temple
helping me get some sleep I've been dreaming
of...
I never learned how to use imagery in poetry class...
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