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Mikey Kania Feb 13
don't drop crumbs on the floor
don't produce dirt on the sofa

don't be weak but
entertaining
don't tell me your story
cause i hate it

don't take control in bed
don't try to find the speed
don't talk about your needs

don't question my dont's
don't think that you won't
Today is a good day.
camps Jul 2019
will you hold me
or will i sink down the cracks of the sofa
and befriend all the loose change and whatever
other documentaries got lost on their way to the fridge

on my way down i saw a moth ball copulating with a paper clip
a crisp twenty dollar bill but instead of the president
the scars of a rather gruesome history al gore was just sitting there
head in his hands

i tried to chew the bubblegum but it broke my skull
a couple of pink pistachios waved from afar as the rogue
kernels played bully in a scene they’ve never seen since

as careful as i was it wasn’t it until i reached the fabric
that i realized the cotton was awake it greeted me
not as a sign of friendliness but out of respect for here i was
still thinking i could fit in your hands
ChildofGodyay Jul 2018
So.
Love on a piece of crumpled paper, sitting on the couch.
Bare and Obvious.


Dirt on faces and calves.
Dust on clothes made of rags, rage, sorrow, disease and fear.
We refused to give this paper away.
Afraid we would get *****.
afraid we would get humiliated because no one else would give it.

.This paper, still crumpled in our hands.
We refuse to give it to those who didn't deserve it.
we refuse to give it to those who need it.
we all need it.

So this love sits on the couch of our hands.
waiting.
obvious.
waiting to dip it's way into hearts...
so sometimes we refuse to love in uncomfortable situations... we just want to love in situations that are suitable...
isn't love for all time? for everyone?
even those who don't deserve it?
we didn't deserve!
Yet God loved us so much he gave his one and only Son...to die for us..so that we can be with him in heaven
I was told a brain on poem was a terrible thing to waste . To which I retorted ,"Which one is wasted?"
Simon Soane Jan 2016
You,
the platform of merriment
moulded to the moment;
always the best seat in the house

— The End —