she was German
we
we're
glad

we couldn't see her face
but we couldn't help
but to admire
her
handrail

we couldn't see fear there



whos
fault
is
that


could it possibly be
because she was
German
Excuse me
veRy much
Miss
ma'Am
Now


can we paint your hand rail
was she
she
was
German
?















...
..
.
just that much
more
if
...
..
.
Cana Feb 26
There’s a place we should not go
Where white snow falls and foxes dive in, head first.
The trains that go there do not stop.
Their brakes are cracked useless things.
Their fuel is limitless. The lever is set to full speed.
It’s not an easy train to disembark from.
Not for want or for not wanting.
I’m of the latter currently. Though I knew boarding this train would send me there. I got on anyways.
Now I’ll just enjoy the ride. Have a little ski, perhaps even become a fox.
Let’s just say the weekend was rough, raucous and completely unforgettable.
Lunatica Feb 24
You were different
You were kind to me
You teased me
But you were decent
You never looked at me with wrong eye.
You never talked to me for my looks.
You never really asked for much.
You were genuine
You were friendly
You were helpful
You had your boundaries
But still always there
Then what caused this rift
What made us rift apart
I never left
I was there too
You did not leave but
You stopped talking like you did.
I never meant to love you
But i really do
Perhaps i'm more than hurt
Perhaps i no longer trust you
But
You are my moon
And every star i look upon.
I will see you each time
I look at the sky
In the night
I'm sure
You again
Will befriend me ♥
Because friends can break hearts too
Mike D Feb 16
I'm tired
I'm wired
I'm up
I'm down
My tie's red
My head a tomato
I'm frustrated
I ask the same question
I always end up asking
'Why....errrrr...did I do this?!?'

On a quest
Looking for salvation
A salvation that never comes
Instead a dead end
Try to steady unsteady hands
My demeanor is calm
But inside a storm
Blood rushing like storm troopers
Storming down a barricade
I can not cave
Don't give into the paranoia

In my cave I hibernate
Withdrawing further
Any progression halted
My pen I draw with
Try to convey my aggression
Bouncing off the walls
I'm annoyed
A failed 'hi'
It's too late
I'm bound and restrained
Handcuffed in my brain
These actions must be retrained
Or I'm bound to redo
Same habits; not new

No redo this time
Put it all on the line
Pushing the limit
Crossed that line
Buy that lie; same old line
A Pavlovian chime
Please don't chime in
Or cross me
Not now
This linear path has an end
And I'll end up ending it emphatically
A fact; you'll see

Getting seasick
From a change of season
That's seasoned with sickness
Coming on too quick
Delivering one or two quips
I'm not equipped to deliver

Should not have come to this
I shoulder the burden
It's burned into me
But never I show
In my den
Buried deep below
From the noise and attacks
Sit alone with my facts
Not emotionally stable
Can not handle; not able
To withstand the taxing
Or strength needed
To sit at the table

A final letter
I let her know
Knowing no words
Could truly let her know
No note, not noteworthy
Or worth the time
It would take
To make it worthwhile
While I know
Deep down inside
She's not worthy
Worthless
But worth less
A passing sigh
Every sign
Not true love
Not this time
Piece of trash
You were nothing
But ass
Written: February 15, 2018

All rights reserved.
crossing
her here
we were

feeling
calm on her lips
the winters were cold
shivers here
blue


listen
for me
serenaded
shades
of
blue
her lips
here were
tattooed
beyond
neons
moon


she shapes me
as though
nothing
else
matters
she will
alway
be
my
blue lip hazard
?






























...
..
.
dare me to read this
in any fasion
up down
side
to
side
check out how my love for her
has been applied
read this from bottom up
just check it out
yeah
sew me stitches of your time
allow me to allow you
what tat
let me
let
you
i was to
young
to
know
...
..
.
than
i ain't
you
an
me
we
are more
?































...
..
.
we made that shape
for
your
her
...
..
.
To select and understanding friends, with love and empathy.

    The Thinning Skin Or, I Never Stopped To Think


I never stopped to think,

The skin gets thin.

Then looking down, I saw my leg,

And there it was: the winter

Of my life in action: reneging,

Processing past youth - and losing.

Not amusing!

Definitely not!

Fragility, a new reality;

Oils, creams and salves to save

A youth no longer tangible.

Every syllable wail of decline.

Not fine,

Definitively not, not fine!

And yet, I saw the possi-probablity

That by design God is benign,

And if the wine goes sour

Some divine sweet guarantee

Will make it fine -

Despite the programmed skin of youth’s denial.

The Thinning Skin Or, I Never Stopped To Think; 2.5.2018 Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Wrinkles; Birth, Death & In Between III;
Age and change.
katelynn beth Jan 29
I fall apart
tell me again
how im broken
like your mothers favorite
wine glass
tell me again
so when I slit
my wrists
I will have a reason
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