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Juliana Mar 21
I see a little house on the hill
Nothing but time to ****
I write this song
'Cause there's still too long
Till the weekend in suburbia

I'm just some dumb kid
And I've been trying to hide it
Stuck on the bridge
But I fell with it
Just tell me my face is blue
Trust that I'm being true
My happy little pill of suburbia

It's just for tonight
Don't go looking for goodbye
I don't mind that you think you're right
Standing in the eye of suburbia

You don't need to go
But accept that you withdrew
Love it, do you?
The quiet in suburbia

I need you to trust that I'm lost
I've been out here for too long
'Cause you know that I can't trust
****** up for nothing
I'm all alone, in suburbia

That last one was my antidote
Telling you it's time to go
Like kids on concrete, oh
Reminds me I'm not home
In suburbia
Inspired and Found in "Blue Neighborhood" and "TRXYE" by Troye Sivan
kaehaniya Sep 2020
wishing for calm
trying to keep it peaceful
i don't feel good, so don't start
it's a lot of bad things
don't start, i won't struggle
won't tell them ****
won't tell them
i wanna die
don't miss me, don't wish for me
make sure you outlive me
hope it goes down as g.o.d.
there'd be no me
it was god's plan
hope it was god's plan
found poem
9/10/2020
l b d Oct 2020
333
i wondered
if other planets
lie
and mirrors
only control the past
beneath the windowless door
his companion
wished to explore
l b d Oct 2020
203
the weather box
digested the clock

rooms crawl with
mysterious pink sun

at night,
the garden burned the silhouette
"the weather box digested the clock" is a line i'd consider using in another, longer piece. i love that image.
l b d Oct 2020
127
it was lost
to the glowing spark

with a sigh
the serene morgue
set the smiling tissue aside
and summoned the slime
l b d Oct 2020
86
the edge of the crystal
never came down
from the unconscious

(you're giving too much
and you killed your body)
probably my favorite of this particular collection
l b d Oct 2020
6x
feed
midway between
the rope and the wheel

the energy withdrew
at the last quaver
l b d Oct 2020
68
the brothers wearily dropped down
as the mud turned back the engine
and the ground left deep distance
l b d Oct 2020
61
only
the slightest moan
bathed the illusion;

a patter of pings
upon the storm's shoulder
l b d Sep 2020
42
under his feet
the trees reawakened
the brush found skins of leather
in his nakedness

as powerful as the gesture was,
their gun came to ****
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