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John McCafferty Mar 2020
Where there was once plenty
Lines are now full
The shelves are empty
but who are the fools?
It's all guesswork
At best
How far does the mind stretch

An invisible force is the source
Or are people the flaws
Can't quite quantify the unknown
When pushed
Have we not grown

Panic sets in
Now technically we're four
meals away from anarchy
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My beloved was anger
So the sun went after
The big waves of the ocean

They said in anger
What a matter!
I will discover

Her smart was shiny
Her face looked sadly
Shame! The sin converted directly
To that spot of ready
That has red clearly
They wanted to send them in a hurry
The Arab is neglected completely
The danger was surrounded without lately

To keep your throne, sell that land widely
Its people is the worst at sight
Their sight which carries hope
And democracy also
Not killing, ruin or shot
the advanced land expressed

Liar, they will deal with them actually
As they make with red Indian
Taste their blood with cool
**** their woman almost all
And said they look like an animal

Palestinian ask God
As they have no justice at the land
The hate was planted
The terror born in fact
Defeat all occupy person

He stood beside her
Give his heart to her
She was her motherland
If your mother was rapped
You will lift up a white flag
Asking for love and mercy
Or you carry every weapon
Killing every worst one
The hate at one was growing
The fire was increasing
The one who seems stupid
Or wise wanted to get problem dissolved
The occupied has terror fact
everyone loves his laned. when he saw it occupied, rapped.
Karli Z Feb 2020
[ ]
like the space,
i am square
because i was
was not there.
be there or be square. I'm so sorry for this garbo post, but it needed to be done.
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2020
Realize there will come a day
Whether it is a day
A week
A month
Or year
That it's only a matter of time
Til I snap
Finally leave here

It is inevitable but knowing that
Does not change how much I care
It's not worth it anymore
Too deeply broken to repair

I have tried everything I can think of
It seems to be our time to end
Tried to resurrect our love
It refused to fully mend

I have spoken ten thousand words
Must learn to accept and endure
Take from open forgiving hands
Drained empty of all that's good and pure

It hurts to see us work hard
To fall after giving our all
In your heart drugs badly hold a special place
Heed to their nightly call

Your arms slipping off my hips
Grab the high you'll never reach
Regret neglect when I'm gone
At the time hate hearing me preach

It is exactly how described
You wanted it back in your brain
If its what makes you the best
Important to avoiding the shame

You will find a new way to **** your time
To distract from the awful truth
If not you will be forced to live in memories
An excuse to be caged in ignorant youth

You dig an early grave
Worn out
Burnt up
Feeling dead
It takes all motivation
To lie around for days in bed

Somewhere between give and take
Took your time and took your heart
Taking for granted the pictures we've taken
Cannot take much more before I depart

I find my familiar resolve weakening
You know it doesn't take much
Wish I could resist your magic
I'm not immune to your touch

I have accepted we'll never see eye-to-eye
Would give up all possessions to do that though
We both know that's not a lot
What would that even show?

And I'm slowly pushed away
All I long for is to be close
Why do I feel so unwanted
By one I love the most?
If you push someone away Don't act surprised when they leave
stargazer Jan 2020
i pressed snooze
so many times

i don't know when
i meant to wake up

but i might as well
stay
under the
covers
i technically get up at five am, but my mind keeps pressing snooze
Garrett Johnson Jan 2020
I'll come following you.

The scene obscured by High flyers.
the trains.
the sculking.
the home recordings.
the film.
So roomy.
I can taste the perfume.
leaving in shadow.
left rough.
& in silk.
Acting like we never met.
I still 5 to go.
paid for exclusively.
In drachmae.
& Wheat.
But dance &.
Groove.
So weary.
Like the untested reach.
Of time.
& The never resting beach.




Garrett Johnson.
Just like Bob Dylan's green tambourine thumb blues dream
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