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You're a fat sack of crub
And you get no love
You're a fat sack of crub
You get no love
Buh buh buh
Its all that you want
That's why you get no love
You stinky ol' smelly crub
People gotta calm and find friendship
Not this chemically hormone induced
"Love"
Crubs are crubby
Lilli Sutton Apr 4
Thinking about heading west again.
Except now it’s real. Maybe a basement
apartment in the suburbs. Or just somebody’s old bedroom.
My mom says I need to slow down. Rest.
She knows I’ve been sick for months.
But then I would have to start thinking again.
On the way to her house, this morning,
there were two pickup trucks parked by the train tracks.
The sky hurt to look at - what else is new.
Something hurts inside too – a place I can’t pinpoint.
I want to drive and listen to sweet music.
But should I leave when I came so close to losing you?
I don’t want to be half a world away
if the ground breaks. You think the desert
sounds good for me – it does, it does.
It’s so hard to tell when you’re happy for me.
We have the same sad eyes, the same predisposition
for addiction – same blood, too thick. That side
of my family reads like a warning label.
The other side – less clear – I spent a lot of time
with family last week. Finally I piece together
that maybe my mom is the black sheep. Not
in the traditional sense – but a runaway, scared.
I’m scared too. Not of the same things, always.
I don’t mind being alone at the train station.
My dad says he wanted to tell me in person –
it’s hard to believe now. He still doesn’t want
to talk about it. So I tell him I’m moving –
but it’s the least excited I’ve been.
Maybe I should take the guest bedroom
and just call it quits.
03.17.19.
Butch Decatoria Dec 2018
Yo Dude
Are you supposed to
Be where you are
Yanamari Nov 2018
My heart begins to beat again.
And I'm afraid of
What that means for me;
My heart is still empty
My mind still recovering.
All these different feelings
Rushing back into me,
The world in front of me almost
Unchanged
Increasing in vibrancy.

The people have not changed
And my feelings for them have not changed
And yet
What is the meaning of these
Resurfacing feelings?

Take me away...
Before I am swept away
Again.
ahmo Mar 2018
a cracked slab of
concrete
knocked
on the front door.

"i ache of
tread and
winter
wind."

it shuttered,
turned a frigid purple
(by
winter
solstice),
and looked
at its watch.

(5:55 A.M.)

another repetition
of an engine revving.

another star
brilliantly,
silently,
waving
goodnight.

another coffee cup
becoming
hot
and then,
becoming
cold.
sleep with me
dream walkers

from what
sleep are you
arranged
we
pictures you

we seen you


we felt you first

your touch soothes me
never have you touched me
turn your swiveling chairs
correct your attention
to me

no noise in the back ground
silence for
an
moment


screeching tires
it can't
be

that horn


that horn



honk
ing


alway
sleep with
me
?















...
..
.
word sleep
...
..
.
when she whispers
the Shepard
fell
asleep
so we think
?


















...
..
.
10 words
13 syllables
exactly
...
..
.
he rolled me over
like stone
there
he
left me
here he
leaves me
standing
all
alone

but ima breathing you in
my dream

his hands traced my spine
sent shivers sparkle
ing
out
my
eyes

could he feel me
screaming he could
never feel me
his kisses
on
my
lips
they conceal me


steal me


steal me

come on
sing it
louder

steal me from his truth steal me from his lies
tell me
who
am
i
to be
breathing you in






















my dream
?















...
..
.
wrote after reading
an write from
user bam
harlon
then
...
..
.
what man words
have you
prepared
for
me
?











...
..
.
don't ever
talk to
me
...
..
.
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