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Balaguer Sep 24
I tried looking away
your beauty still lingers on me
mesmerizingly evil.
A shame to look at
I rather bleed on paper.
A sin to think about
I much rather talk in sly secret.
Suggestions?
Being fed to the wolves isn't too bad.
get away from this dangerous,
Devious thought of
desiring you.
It's always good to take a break from anything;
until the break is permanent
HA HA!!!!,
YOU GOT CAUGHT
with your HANDS
in the COOKIE JAR!!!
you TRIED TO FLEE,
but you DIDN'T GET FAR!!!
You tried to
HIDE A
FULL BLOWN DECEPTION!!!,
Come out with it "NOW!!!"
OWN UP TO YOUR CONFESSION!!!
Hiding the EVIDENCE by
ACT OF CONCEALMENT,
Thinking YOU'RE GETTING BY
with ACCOMPLISHMENTS
or ACHIEVEMENTS
SCARED TO CONFESS,
AVOIDANCE of
EMBARRASSMENT!!!!
HOW MUCH DID THEY OFFER YOU???
HOW MUCH DO THEY OWE???
RECEIVING HUSH MONEY
WHILE YOU'RE ON THE GO
SO OUT WITH IT NOW!!!!
YOU DECEITFUL FOOL!!!!!,
TELL US THE TRUTH
YOU UNGRATEFUL TOOL!!!!!
IT'S WRITTEN ON YOUR FACE,
SO, JUST COME CLEAN,
YOUR COVER
HAS BEEN BLOWN,
LET'S NOT CAUSE
A BIG SCENE!!!!!


B.R.
Date: 11/4/2023
Colm May 2019
Park bench sitting
Hands aching
Side-by-side

As strangers ask
Quiet questions pass
Like cotton seeds

As an opportunity
The breeze
Passes us by

Blown
Shoot
https://youtu.be/0XZJ5mD6nSU
loggi Oct 2018
Hair flicks in the air
As the drive goes
With lowered down windows.

The air lashes
And the radio blurs
As the only eye sees
What it wants
As the coast glides
as we coast down
This road.

And perhaps
You wanted to take
another way
But we are at the mercy
of the driver,
With the sun in our eyes
and the sea to the left.

But please don't forget,
As you promise you wouldn't.
But the salt makes it hard to stay awake,
and the sun feels so good.
But you're gone as you should.
D Jul 2018
with the wind blowing my hair back
the plain brown,  not much to look at
the straight nose and long legs;  it looks
great on somebody,  anybody else

but not me

with the wind blowing my hair back
it steals the words from my lips,  lifts
them up into the sky;  it's a clear night
and though I'm dead,  I feel alive
it's a pun if you didn't notice - also my way of saying I don't suit anyone's aesthetic

but **** them right?
lost opportunities
are our
sorrows
the
morrow


has no
lost
opportunities
?













...
..
.
dust
...
..
.
we
we're
not
born

of
the
dead
what head
have you
turned
talk
to me
don't try
to tell me
that you think
?


























...
..
.
we
know
the
...
..
.
what sea to sail
see me sailing
star bound
the skies
are
my
wings

sing for me
one
more
morning
?


















...
..
.
wind
...
..
.
blustering south winds
have blown constantly all eve
they're packing some speed
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