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And if I grow, the harvest will be mine and only mine
Because I am my own and you are yours.

The soil does not reap the rewards of the roots which brought forth spring bloom nor autumn crop.
The cloud which carried rainfall does not demand praise for the leaves it fed.
The sun does seek praise for the flower its rays coaxed heavenward
And you will not take credit for my soul and it’s abundance.
That is between me and my creator.
LiLMiSSHoTRoD Oct 2021
i'm a henry ford explorer
longevity shouldn't cost more
we can win then what is loss for
get in the henry ford explorer

lady liberty and mother mary
which one got dat thang that's hairy
how much whip cream? much and very!
what's on top? pop dat cherry!

if it's free then what is the cost for
if there's a map what are we lost for
if that ***** calls i'm next for her
auto doors on my ford explorer

joe biden and donald trump
get ya old *** up and shake ya ****
johnny jumped up on a hickory stump
the devil's due is pay at the pump

at the henry ford museum
the people come to see um
they really shout and screa-um
at the henry ford museum
Disclaimer for any sickos, i mean a hairy situation...which one? And a ****** can't be a *****...right? Liberty really is a *****...i'm breaking my own rules by using profanity, but this is because my rules ******, and didn't accept...my new rules, accept
Ken Pepiton Sep 2021
heroes in our hearts don't look down from heaven,
I heard this old man correct an old cousin
prone to family history with hell escapees only,
looking down on us.

Catholic school through to BS, with a
mission in the spiritually minded flesh of a
20 year old in 1970, that was
sure time off purgatory,
if nothing more,

been there done that contests heat up…

don't you tell me where the kingdom of heaven is,
lest you contradict the king of kings theme,
pounding timpani's beat in me remembering 1972-
bah boom

from the future of then, this is no lie, it is an
after projection, after before thrown
in the mix, echo of a wow, actually redeemed,
for flavor, see real deal spice, functions best
in the presence of microbial ****
under your tongue, that convey the signal
through the channels,
to the gut that fires up the **** that clears the room.
Seriously, any middle schooler thinks it is art hilarity that farts wows.
Raven Feels Jun 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, mind block not really posting a lot these days;-|


keeping now foot on gas
paining away drowns on piles

stashing upon jokes on types
watching with characters on hope

leaving before fall on love
starring because stars on align

dancing to listen on piano notes
writing for heart on no rhyme


                                                                                        ------ravenfeels
Ode to the boy in the gas station
Why are you such a temptation?

You think I'm unaware
But Sometimes I catch your stare
And that kinda makes me scared
Not for the fact that you cared

But what if I fall for you?
Will you fall for me too?
Or have you already fallen?
Is it my heart that will be stolen?
Mark Oslo Jan 2021
summer night
lit up by the flashlight
of a cracked cell phone
suburbia held her breath
sang to by the crickets
a walk to the gas station
holy city in the dead of night
my friend drank too much ***
he banged on the door
it was locked
the clerk seemed scared
he thought we were robbers.
Jet Dec 2020
The restaurant
We ate at
The last time I saw you

Is now closed

I didn’t know that would be the last time I would see you

I didn’t know that would be the last time I
would eat there

You looked into my eyes for the first time since I picked you up to say “this is the best garlic bread I have had in my entire life”

It took us 47 minutes to get there

It took us 61 minutes to get home

Because we sat in the parking lot of a gas station I’d only been to once before, but liked a lot

I haven’t been there since we were
Either

We listened to that song

Not the one you quoted at “lunch”

Not the one about what you want and don’t

The one that asks why

I took you back

To his house

I parked a block away

I cried
Cox Nov 2020
I want to plunge myself into the sun.
I just want to know what his comfort is like.
Kelly Hogan Oct 2020
E
I am empty,
Out of gas
On a forgotten road
I've reached an impasse.
I feel nothing, I am nothing, what's the point anymore.
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