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Bryce May 2018
I bet the one who survived best
Was the one who did just enough
to spare the lash, but taste no ire
who slipped away when shots were fired

I wonder how they saw themselves
a rat, a man?
God knows what else

In thought as in plan,
in work as in bust

Everything is as was ever done.
...
..
.
what mood swung
on bended knee
what has I
to offer
thee

my mind
from this shell
pretenders gone
to
mock me

watch thier
limp babies frail
my motion
gets
sick
here
am
I
made made

my spirit cried out to you
here
am
I

found bleeding
that my heart be capitalized
that they try to find meaning
beyond you
what form
have they
speak
to me
in
this silence

shred from me
all that they have known
blend my mind with
thier trees
here
am
I
used

from what scorn have I been pulled
teach me hear under your crown
let me bleed here with you
my arms have never spread that far
tears have never burned my cheeks
nor have they stained
my shame

here
am
I
found

in this shell
oceans over oceans
stars
in
be
tween

why is it
all they ever do
is
try
to read
me

understand what
moodswing
?












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..
.
two words
of
one
...
..
.
Cecil Miller Feb 2018
I ain't no stranger to strangers.
I got a lot of love to give.
Can't see through to the back of the room.
When the lights go dim,
That's when the violence blooms.

The wispers carry on tension
Of the strings between the cans.
All the brows are down at me
And the words slash whenever they can.

But I've got one thing more
Than anybody with giddy grins
On their plastic faces
And their squared-off chins.

I've got life.

I've got life.

I ain't no secrets to secrets.
Many have been mine to keep.
Heaven knows, I've been a few.
When they got back to their houses,
They wished away secrets they knew.

They scream to break the tension.
If they don't, they go insane.
They poison their faces,
Turn the keys and spill their brains.

But I've got something more
Than loose binds to convention.
I'm a prism of truth
From another dimension.

I've got life.

I've got life.

Even though they say they don't,
I know that they want to know
''How does the other half live?"
Lately I have been under the influence of punk and early new wave. Again.
the writer was arrested
for dreaming about her
or
was
he dreaming
he cast his line
he found her
in between
that line
that
should have been read


he saw her sitting in the car
honking the horn saying
he couldn't possibly
do
that
the police officer knocks on the window
he thought she was so cute
?











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katelynn beth
got pulled over
for
honking back at me
...
Arlene Corwin Jun 2017
To Those Who Say…

Those who say, “And then I said….”
Are short of something in the head;
Hidden pride in there instead.

Those who say, And then I told her…”
Dearest reader, here’s an answer:
“Then I said’s,”
A subtle, passive, ego-centered taking lead;
A mixture of denial, fugue,
(If ever there was such a thing).
It’s not a joke,
And I’m not kidding.

To Those Who Say…6.25.2017
Circling Round Reality;
Arlene Corwin
Ain't it the truth!
PoorLionNotKing Dec 2015
Ain't ain't a word
if you haven't heard.
So that you know
after a while it begins to show.
Giving up all we should keep
based off how a fellow speaks.
Now we never hear
lost in a wordless fear.
Looking down like it's a game
while praising the Bard for doing the same.
Afraid to create something new
to take a false word and make it true.
Cecil Miller Jul 2015
This makes my point(fake ******* pay for shine)
http://www.politicususa.com/2015/07/10/ted-cruz-busted-buying-books-ny-times-refuses-put-bestseller-list.html
I don't want my work to have to be bought on any list. Please don't buy, sell, trade or use to fundraise for this or any other sight.

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