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We see the clouds and the fiery pits
And we hope for our chance to fly.
But we are never fully certain
Of where we go when we die.
Read parts 1 and 3 on my stream!
Regina May 23
their lungs, their lives were cindered....burn pits afire,
our troops came home, can't breathe
A Simillacrum Aug 2018
See where it gets you?
In the toilet bowl.
Open mouthed,
force fed remains,
gasping ****
instead of air,
grabbing at hair.
stop it stop it!

See where it gets you?
Wrapped up in business
never meant for
your energies,
fitting, in turn,
into crowded

Save me. Save you.
Save me? Save you?

Matter is finite.
I'm of it.
Build your empires.
Believe through the matter,
of course.

I pick myself up from the floor,
and sweep back my soaking mop.


I had a whole day
worse than tonight
just last week.

I'll enjoy my selfishness
while I can,
but thanks.
Soon after nibbling pumpkin pie,
     I felt terribly amiss,
where death be not proud
     did scythe lance me
     never came to bring
     bliss, well nigh,
thus hour writhing with torturous pain

     awoke wish to lie with permanent rigor
     mortis supine without an intestate
      for meager pose Hessions this guy
attests, which scarce material goods,
     one would immediately espy
little stock dis

     due dill ling dad doth not deign
     deliberately displaying no deny
ill asper being non
     materialistic, not wanting aye asseverate
     next of kin burden
     some task to decry.

As per thee above mentioned
     immediate grippe of jabbing
     abdominal agony did not wane
for extended period of time,
     which sudden devout
     praying Holy Scott twas in vane

where that this ordinarily
     spry body of mine
     sought zilch ambition
     tubby vaunted or urbane,
but these lovely bag of bones
     felt fragile as if

     one to many fruit loops taken
     on Ozzy Osborne's ): crazy train
plagued with waves
     of gastrointestinal agony
     i.e. severe cramps dizziness
     nauseousness, and re

     pulsed with aversion
to air, don, or trumpet
     a swan song, sans of this aged jilted
     (once shy twice burned)

     once besotted handsome swain
hobbled thus unable to ride
     my high horse weathering a ****** reign
of terror reducing me to hash out,
     this ridiculous juvenile refrain.
s Jun 2018
there's a lot wrong
with the earth-
& with my head
i'm trying to shed my addict skin
i'm so much more than what i depict
& i've come pretty far,
considering where i've been

& this world may be bleak
but i've gained some light
by burning down every
bridge in my sight-
you may say my pyromania
is born out of spite
but your toxicity is now gone.
i can finally breathe right.

so i'm going to continue
to fix myself
i'll box up old memories,
hide them high on a shelf
because i’m done treating the past
as my prison cell.
i've roamed ******* far
from the pits of your hell.
Ryan M Hall Feb 2018
T-shirt soaked in blood,
Throbbing pain in his nostrils,
He needs a doctor.
Ali Dec 2016
My mom never let me play in ball pits
She said they were filled with germs
If it were up to me I'd have played in them
But I had to live by her terms where
As healthy baby born and raised
Only germs would get me sick
So I chose to stay away
Although I thought it was a trick

My mom never let me play in ball pits
She'd say they are covered in bacteria
And that's all the criteria needed
For her method of protection
Against the risk of infection
But correction
What about the protection
I needed from my own reflection

Pinching and tucking and *******
In my stomach to make the image in the mirror hurt less
Fighting and crying and trying
Did my mom really do her best

Now I'm not blaming her for the absurdity
For it was me who created my insecurity
That I failed to overlook each day
But it's ok
Because my mom never let me play in ball pits

Each of us our has own struggles or disease
Not just the flu or strep throat
Mine was the desire to please
Let go of all the worries
But I could not let the war cease

We can hope for the best and pray
But if we all get sick anyway
I must admit
That sometimes I wish I played in ball pits
SassyJ Mar 2016
The dragon saw me fly
Spread my wings in valour
Zipping across, beyond
Hoovering within and out

The bold red blood pumped
Showered zest and credence
Saw the springboard of the skies
Dreamt inside the beguiling clouds

Slept peacefully in a paradise
Forgot to guard from the fangs
******* in ripples of venoms
Gullible in the darkened scenes

Kidnapped and handcuffed on pillars
Chained in the unmoving conflicts
The chaotic shadowy cave stares
Dares to throw me in the deep pits

Fear is the only paralysis to fare
The pearls so outdated in efficacy
The bark of a feisty fighter diminishes
Love for humanity is the only key
Edna Sweetlove Feb 2015
Still the women wait in trembling hope
Near the old pit head in the valley;
The earth's turbulence has long abated;
"Let him live, dear God", each prays silently.

Still they linger, knees bloodied from kneeling
Hopelessly on the old cobbled main street,
Eyes ugly red from constant weeping.
Not daring to acknowledge the worst.

Still lies the sad morning after the vigil,
And now there are no more survivors.
"**** this for a ******* waste of time,"
Yells Fat Irene as she waddles off to the pub.
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