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Brian T Baker Sep 2015
Made my morning
much much easier

Doing everything that
I was told to never do.

Wake up with wine
A glass at a time
And at least three
Puffs of Cuckoo Chi.

Before that I **** myself.
Or, with luck, a PYT,
Who promises me
She’s on the pill.  

And if not, Oh
Well, I’m sure “Zanir”
wasn’t her government name.


It took close to twenty-three years
To shake off the agony of daytime.
There was no place for me in the
Systematic sunlight. Or, at least,
Not one that I could see.  But now

I’ve got a bottle, ½ full of optimistic
Alcoholism. I manage the condition
With a bit of cinnamon, spiced into
Steel cut oats and W.A. Elderberries.


Admitting what you don’t understand
While trusting that you know yourself
Is the last, if not only, human freedom.

Social expectation &
Psychic ambiguation.

Don’t take refuge in the familiar
Without first hugging your weird.

Comfort traps aren’t new,
Just the latest edition in:
That’s How They Get You.
Seattle, WA.  Episode One in an ongoing series. Also, it's 'nice' to be a morning person.
Paulina Sep 2015
one, we bow our heads in a synchronised fashion
two, we circle each other, two swans in a lake
three, a hint of blush is seen on my cheek as you approach
four, arms stretched out
five, hesitation
six,  my arm meets yours
off we go in a whirlwind of music and footsteps
circle one, circle two, step step, circle, step
sweeping the floors with the ball gowns and frocks
breathing steady and you a little heavy
we feel the eyes of greedy onlookers watching
so much sound and yet barely noticeable
I wish for this to never end I wish for this to be forever what it was and what it is and what ill be I want stability I don't want falseness I want to recognise myself in the mirror when I wake up I want to feel the touch of love not the scorching agony of lust and most of all I want to be happy, just simply happy no strings attached. Stupid happy.
one, we bow our heads
two, we look away
three, I wonder if you understood the longing in my eyes.
four, a new hand approaches.
I dont really know
Taya Aug 2015
Their words
****** and harsh

Their lips
soft and pouted

How can such
***** words
fall from such a
beautiful mouth?

Their eyes
fierce and cruel

Their mouth
pulled to a scowl

How can such
gorgeous green eyes
be so horrifyingly
ruthless?
Little Azaleah Aug 2015
I'd rather be crazy weird than be normal for you.

{ E.I }
Don't change yourself for someone else.
Disappear here Aug 2015
last night I dreamt of you

this morning I awoke

thinking of you

tonight I'll dream of you

in the morning I'll awaken

thinking of you
Lia Aug 2015
Raw
i want to crawl inside your skin
& live next to your heart

i want to be your fantasy &
i want to bleed into your reality
like ink droplets in water
blossoming

i want your scent to
overwhelm my nose
i want to lock away the memory of your
sweat & aftershave,
your sweet smoke & musk

lipstick on your fingertips
i left my mark

a ****** flower blooms under my skin
you left yours too
There's nothing quite like
saying hello to someone
who doesn't remember
who you are.

They tilt their head, maybe
squint their eyes,
but nothing materializes.
Your face means nothing.

Even when you saved
the world together when
you were both ten

or wrestled on old
Mrs. Snyder's yard
for an autographed
Ken Griffey Jr. card

or fell in and out
of love with the same girl
throughout the tenth and
eleventh grade.  

Now your face means nothing
and a world of memory is
shattered against the soft
edges of your heart.  

Maybe its troubling that
moments spent so earnestly
could be
forgotten

or the idea that you could be, too.  

The truly valuable people
come like drops
of water from
a sandy canteen

so forgive me while I
pick up the pieces of
myself that broke
off with you.
andrea Aug 2015
You know that feeling
mind is reeling
you are everywhere but
here
faces, voices, eyes alluding
to the "one over there"
the one intruding
and you check your palms
sweaty lines
tell the signs
this is not your home
but you enter anyway
we all do

enter houses that feel like itchy wool sweaters
and it's uncomfortable and you're not even sure you like it
but you tell others you've never been better
i dunno i hadn't written in a while so heres a quick jot
Katzenberg Aug 2015
"Through grim and void we march towards freedom,
we are all proud by serving the original Vow.
Confronting the dreams of solitude and awe,
our eyes will burst with tears by remembering home."- Spoke the youngest of all, and the elders listened.

"Our smiles will freeze like an old photograph,
and that burden is expected decay and colapse some day.
Finding two men alive from five, saving two souls by killing ten. It ain't worth it." - Said the captain to the *****.
"Our children will forgive you for being a murderer."- She replied.
"Will we ever forgive ourselves for being murerers?": The enemy thought before he walked into the tent and killed them both.

"There's no phoenix rising, only a lifetime of carrion
and a hostile wind that will carry our ashes across the battllefield."- Said the drinking middle aged man to the Bartender.
"We curse them, they curse us, there is no good side neither bad, sir, just a special feeling of threat, and some kind of love for killing. It's unforgiving, but it doesn't matter at all. We still die."- Interrupted the youngest of all.

And from the distance was heard:
"Let us cut through the ominous throat of the land!
Let us march upon destruction in the name of love!
Fatal wounded, disarmed, violated, murdered, we don't care!
Because we are laughing at the grave of a lost friend,
we conceive destiny and grin to the blood moon.
Oh! Mater Bellum ora pro nobis.
Nobis hoc ostenderent. Sancta pulchra bellicum.."*

   And the land was painted in red, the men dead and a strange smell crawled in the air. The songs stopped, the laughs went silent. There was nothing and nothing happened . Just one red drop in the sea of blue.
I'm sorry, I was listening Death in June while writing this.
Jabber Alexander Aug 2015
Ill **** the ink right off the hemp of the constitution
Just to spit dark remarks like coked up John Belushi
at officials ***-hats enduring constant mood swings
as the hormone pendulum
signifies a revolution
war drone generals,
pimps for hire, lefty tool kits.
hefty duties levied on the public, getting flooded
yes I shot the tariff, but I never quit consumption
off fake happiness
so apathy's getting toothy
Lucidly
give historic figures
clues through dream.

Now thats nifty networking who do you know?
A yeti befriended a spaghetti monster
and got together to spin a blue globe.
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