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Vince Chul'Theg  Nov 2017
strug
Vince Chul'Theg Nov 2017
fantasy of broken glass
steps from fridge
to barrel-chested
water heater

push the green button
clicks to ignite pilot
filling with heat
the cold, vacuous hope chamber

click times twenty
no yield
wait
wait

the projectionist empties
the can and tosses ribbons
to the screen--
that's his job

click times twenty
no yield
wait
wait

but behind the lights
he sees not what
the screen's
face lays bare

click times twenty
no yield
wait
wait

the projectionist hears
only what his own speakers
interpret as consistent
with what he is familiar

click times twenty
still no flame
wait
wait

so walk the glass path?
take a nap
call your State Farm agent
task manager forced reboot
Rachael Judd  Jan 2016
Crevices
Rachael Judd Jan 2016
Love is a scream into nothingness with hope strings like twine holding onto hearts full with lust.

Fallen into the crevices love is broken into tiny fragments breaking and shattering while people walk along its paths.

Hearts strug together with lust filling it's cracks and taking back the love we were given. Passion from love has left us barren filled with empty lungs and shaking hands.
To some
He’s born
On the wrong
part of the world

To others he’s above
Prime amidst the odds
Intelligencial murr
Diamond in the ruff
A young god
Or more

To some
He’s nut
Who knows not
What is right and what is wrong
Opposite wise;  probably curse
By the gods

To others he’s just a dude
From the hood
Who walk around with fade blue hat
On stitch rag and sewed bag
Striving; even with his bruised heart
Trying to rebuild his confused path

To some
He’s a dawg
Who dresses poor
Whose sense is bore
Whose thought needs cure
A piece of junk
Lilly-knight of the lost

To others he’s tore
Been through a lot
Take a trip to his world
Through his sea and shore
You wont make it back bros

To some he’s dumb
Somewhat numb
Fault
Paralysically not
Senserable to hurt
*
But for real; he’s just a boy
Who doesn’t need to be judge
For what he is or not
Can’t you see his strug'
He’s just a boy from the slum
Trying to make it to the top
Bree Nov 17
It's me.. again..
Do you recognize me?
Do you see me at all?

No, I know you don't.
I saw you again today
Not actually though
Yet you were the most you you've been in a while.

I saw you in my mind
Gosh you looked at me like..
Anyways

I saw you last Friday
The real you this time,
But not you you
You haven't been you you in a while.

But that's alright
Cuz I haven't been me me in a while
Honestly, I'm really strug-

I'm sorry, I'm rambling
I'll stop, I'll be less annoying
I promise, just please don't leave..
oh wait, right.

Okay, okay, I'll wrap it up
I know I should stop this
I need to move on, I just can't.

Umm, oh right, I remember now
I just wanted to hear your voice, it's why I'm here again
Stupid, right?
Yeah, I know, stupid of me to still love you.

You're probably thinking "who is this random girl?"

It's me.. I think..
Do you recognize me?
Do you see me at all?

Because I don't anymore.
Literal rambling, apologizes

Also, to them (you know who you are) :
I literally loved you so much, ***** you.
happy yet?

— The End —