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Jeremy Betts Dec 2023
(Chorus)

...and she said,
"We don't have to stand it here, we can go anywhere
Find a place to call a home and build our storybook future there
If not here then where? Can't we find that anywhere?
A destination with no journey seems to me to be unfair
Some god, somewhere, already answered my prayer
Cause I'm here and you're there..."

©2023
imparo Aug 2023
i know it's unfair
to have left you there
yet, silently wish
you would still have me
in case my mind changed.
Jeremy Betts Jul 2023
Who of you can hear laughter in both ears, a devilish whisper from each shoulder
I dare say this two vs one nightmare is a little unfair, turn to tag out and there's no one there
My corner's bare, how'd I even get here? On my knees, can't breathe, please, someone return the air
Dark comes from everywhere leaving one light in the far distance, dead center and it draws near
Looked death square in the face and said, "you're no longer welcome here"
He didn't hear, probably did just didn't care to answer
No atheists in foxholes huh, who knows the correct prayer?
Do we even have a prayer?
Why bother with a prayer
It's only wasted air, there's no one there
...is there??

©2023
louella Jun 2023
that hour is black
it is the hour to singe clothes, arsonists
the hour to burn houses and towns

that hour for children
to bolt from their swing sets for cover
the hour to board up windows

girls with guns
pistols in sweaty palms
deliberately weaponizing silence

that hour is red
a baleful war fought with ****** fists
sanguine faces flushed

that hour for isolation to prevail
to spread and slither into the crevices
the hour to bathe in ***** waters

cleanliness is seen as abrasiveness  
shadows of girls with guns
vile offspring with foul mouths

that hour is emerald green
months fly past like moths
roots sprout with intensity

that hour for desperation
the hour for skeletons to roam
piles of revengeful bones

the flies are swarming
on corpses

the hour is black in shadows
red in ****** waters
emerald green in dying beginnings
umm so this was written because people are dividing themselves and others by not allowing people to share their opinions and getting mad at them for disagreeing. this isn’t the world i want to live in. idk about you.

written yesterday and today
6/3/23
Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2022
Dramatic idiomatic mannerism
on manners of a man trying to
stay Christian

Traumatized
by trauma of a big size
Duly despised by duel of words
and the weapons of tongue;
They speak of harm—being a hand
of wars up in arms

Pop, pop, pop
could be guns, or popcorn
either making it home to family time
or doing time away from family time
daughters scream not seeing daddy in a while
In only the few memory cracks of memorizing
how she cracks a smile

But why do I waste a sigh
cut away by deadly thoughts
of Death's scythe?

Could it cut away my pride,
pried into private affairs
As life could be fair—beautiful
To weather fair circumstances—fine and dry
With it's fair reason—impartial and just,

But mostly life is unfair!
Ithaca Aug 2022
The bed is bigger,
The park is quieter,
The drives are longer,
The thoughts are louder.

Nothing shines as bright,
Nothing ends this fight.

I will make it through,
Because I have to.
louella Mar 2022
how sad the sun must be
he is beautiful and warm
a paradise in the sky
but people can’t look him head on
the sun blinds them
now, may i ask
what’s the purpose for the brightest light in the sky
if no one seems to look up?
sometimes i feel bad for him
3/8/22
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