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Chamith Akalanka May 2020
By online acquaintance we met
Talked for a month or so
Now for consummation
We concluded a date and a place
Where the two of us could really see each other
A bright Sunday morning dawned
So the two of us could walk hand in hand
Each of us arrived, maybe two minutes apart one another
We were both surprised and amused
How truthful our conversations morphed into being
And we sat their quietly each to our own devices
So we may recognize how truly wonderful life is
For each one of us had slowly being withering until this moment
Then we got up, together

A bus barges in suddenly
Out comes few bandits
Masks full of black
My girl and I
We were dragged in
As it turns out
My girl had a boyfriend
Looks like a series-A ****
And he wants me to rob a bank
And eventually land in jail
By now I prayed
Maybe someone saw us
And that folks at home could enjoy a hot pursuit
As they took more corners
More driving
More hitting
More screaming
Hope faded away
And I was
Dropped off
And handed a gun
I should have pulled the trigger right then and there
But what if the girl took his side, maybe she has a son
I would definitely land in jail for ******
So, I did nothing
And made my way towards the bank
Various feelings comes rushing in
Because it hit me like that
He is gonna **** her if I am no longer a free man..
So much for my hopes
With the girl in darkness
Kate Ballalatak Jan 2016
he's black, white,
and read all over
by acquaintances in his
circumference of people.
but no one asks,
no one takes the time,
to inquire behind
the gray mix of his
black and white appearance.
perhaps he's a light blue,
or a pretty yellow
that mistakenly ran into
some gray along the way,
but no one knows
because they'd rather spend
their sunday morning judging
a black story on a white page
than exploring the vast depth
of an intricate person.
Anna Oct 2014
catching a being(a person more or less)
caught in the in between
pushed to the unknown will devour every devious, dashing, *****, damaged, derogatory thought
in your mind
but then in the end you're nothing more than casual closet acquaintances
and you've come to realize they never really tasted it at all
just fed it to the dog
and you laugh to yourself
you're going to catch one again
but fishing isn't that fun
after the eighteenth time
with nothing to show for it
but another drink
but as they say,
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.

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