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yelhsa 1d
Originally my spawning date,

was March 13.

They’re in a hurry to spawn a demon,

I will admit we are always fashionably late,

Excluding tea parties.

No offense,

But who would want to be

A Pisces?

Not ME! Actually,

My moon is in Pisces.

I read my label, the description of the family I was being spawn to,

And it said:

YOU HAVE BEEN SPAWN; YOU WILL HAVE TWO HUMANS AT FIRST AND THE OTHER TWO WILL BE BIRTHED, DON’T BE ALARM THATS A THING HUMANS LIKE TO DO:

Both of your humans, which you will call parents, Aquarius,

Even your little sister; proceed with caution she will be an airhead.  

The scapegoat of the family; your other sister she’s a cancer.

So, you see,

Little baby demon, they are desperate, they really need you! In their own words “We want HER!”

I love them all, I really do, I just hate that they don’t want to understand me

Not one bit, they pick and choose!

I hate it over here; everyone is always so salty.

Always in a mood. Then they wonder why I'm always grumpy, always ******* up my groove.

This demon is tired and a bit confused, we apologize for the inconvenience,

We don’t accept returns once the package has been tampered with.

Thank you for spawning with us, we hope to see you soon.

Just my luck, I'm stuck; never been scared to lose!
A poem from a chapbook I wrote.
JR Rhine Sep 2017
Hey everyone!
I just wanted to let you all know about the release of my self-published book of poems, "Parking Lot Poems"! Thank you all for your support; this website has been instrumental in shaping me into the poet I am today. If you have ever read a single word or line from one of my works, thank you. If you are interested in purchasing a copy, you can do so here:

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Thank you!
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misplacedpens Jan 2016
(two girls are apart and they are doing the best they can)

he tries to run away but he is losing everything
and hey says, he says he doesn't mind but
his eyes can't lie and they are screaming

h e l p  m e

she builds a box from the ground up and they talk about it
for weeks because oh my
how pretty
what beauty

the door disappears when she locks herself in
and only when they notice
there are no windows
do they ask

was it lovely at all
if it had no light
a poem from my new chapbook, "175, 678, 5580 and other important numbers". check it out for free at: https://payhip.com/b/81i0

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