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Simon Jul 2020
I'm sold on a once thoughtful deal I never even made!
Only until I have my wallet in my very jeans back pocket am I willing to be sold towards selling myself clean!
I never been sold to a deal I could both never know about and never have not known about...
Unless I'm more then meets the eye...already!
PS... I know what's really going on....
Phi Kenzie Jul 2018
I’ve kept myself in stasis
by preserving with sodium

if it works for meat
it’s perfect for me

1 large jar of whole pickles
gobble them all
salt and pepper to taste
drink brine ‘til full

2 bags of salt and vinegar chips per lb.
consume in one sitting
lick fingers greedily
repeat weekly

3 bowls of green olives
the salty ones
eat ‘til you can sleep
dry dreams in the wake
I need to cut back
Tony Luxton Feb 2018
Sitting waiting in the packed room,
trying not to adopt the mood,
watching bubbles rise 'What's 'er name'?
sensing movements, glancing eyes.
A few know each other,
smile hello, kids bellow.

This is not the place for show.
The bubbles silently burst.
No effort worth the candle
sadly burning, spluttering.
Sighs sour invisible clouds,
waiting for the 'Next , please' blow.
speech bubbles rising
my cup overflows Jun 2015
the body of water that lay still and silent
.
the atmosphere around so coherent to sound
Like the flower of ideas
Threatens to bloom

then struck light so loud and bold they embrace
and unfolds to incredible wondrous works
Entrance
life began living ....taking new breath

then past ,present and future
And infinity made
.
#standstill
this is just a little free style of how i thought the earth was created ....
God spoke things into existence and sustains it continuously .....
RH 78 Jan 2015
Bobbom bobbom.
Bobbom bobbom.
Blurred visions outside the window as the world rushes by.
bobbom bobbom
bobbom bobbom
Close to other passengers avoiding eye contact but not knowing why.
bobbom bobbom
bobbom bobbom
Time to plot my exit plan as the train slows to a stop.
bobbom bobbom
Schuuum...... Thdddd
Another London rush hour
Squeeze past giving apologetic looks to those I've trod on or knocked.
drownitout Jul 2014
I still have the occasional dream,
Of things I can no longer do,
People I can no longer see.
I've cut them off from my thoughts so they have no where else to go but my subconscious. Subdued, taped up and packed in boxes and old drawers, the pieces purposely misplaced and pictures burnt and/or torn, but they're still there. My little hell that still burns behind my eyes, that takes residence in my skull, that I try my best to forget about. I try to distract myself, avert attention, but honestly things still thrive in there. Alive and well, my hell has full attendance

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