🦋On HP since 2017.🦋 Been writing and reading heavy on love betrayal patience honesty trust truth. I found so many treasures So many dark secrets revealed I found the exits fast enough. Sooner or later most poets most true lovers do. The feeling is bittersweet Love letters attest remain their perenial truth love. Some can run but can't hide forever from themselves. We all know who we are How some pretend to be Unwell to Exit the easy runners lane, no matter whose heart, the game players strike. I exit NOT love, nor free speech. My banner is truth I hide nothing my heart is pure. Judge me by the contents 🦋 of my character like I do.❤️ ~~~~~~~~ 🦋By Karijinbba🦋
I did EXIT TWICE IN YOUTH TO escape malignant covert narcissinst who trashed me a lifetime because I survived his human predatorial violence. I NEVER re marry fearing betrayal but I did love again.
Maybe I’m already dead Maybe I’m living with death Everything breaks down then works out Maybe I’m exchanged with Ying and Yang Guess I’ll find out • I browse through a book shelf I pick up on the words and dialect I put it down for I collect paragraphs For different subjects I never judge by the cover But this albums artwork speaks volumes The cashier hands over my change I walk through these bright exit doors The sunlight hits my eyes as they constrict They get fixed on a man with open hands • His jaundice eyes plead But money is not his need He's visiting in town He stems from Alabama His boots planted in my city With a dead flip phone With no way to his a-wayward home As he describes a street I’m not familiar with He walks against me He gets on his hands and knees As he is now actually pleading I say I will • Maybe I’m already dead Maybe I’m living with death Everything breaks down then works out Maybe I’m exchanged with Ying and Yang Guess I’ll find out
Headed straight for the exit Got the key around my neck Not waiting for what's next it Really doesn't matter, heck If I can just outrun it Keep ahead long enough Someday, I bet Though incredibly rough I'll see the sun set Without running past Sitting to enjoy it At long last
- Jay M April 28th, 2021
Jump, climb over the stones and keep going on the path. Just keep going, until you reach the finish line.
Driving down the freeway in Kentucky, there are only a couple exits people expect you to take. Lexington or Louisville, pick one. Otherwise, what specific business do you have going on in Sadieville?
I'm one of the unknown exitters living 20 minutes off the Mt. Zion Road exit. No one gets off this exit but me onto a lonely drive through the trees.
I live off an exit where the vultures eat the dead, then perch on the trees that are dead, deceased in defeat under the feet that eat. The graves of unknown soldiers lie buried beneath convenience stores. The storefront sign says open but the discordance inside is close.
Wandering in the wilderness while the wind whistled my sins you joined me in Union after you missed the right exit.
Voices from the nether sent you letters saying things are better up north. My box on the side of the road holds notes that were written with the intention of being read, but they're just thrown out with the junkmale instead.
You burned too hot and I burned too much in a snare I was caught once you abstained from touch You were all I had, this isn't New York City how many people am I supposed to have with me?
150 years ago, brother fought brother over the lives of their brothers here. Not much has changed since then. A grave robber's eyes are seen in the faces of wanderers. Welcomes only last until usefulness has passed.
You kept driving through I wish I could exit too but will Ohio be any better? Once you find out send me a letter.