#lyle
dear lyle,
not the lyle possibly reading this but another lyle, the one who left, seventeen if i remember your age right, you were six years older than me (but you thought i was fourteen, sorry), you saved me too. you caught my hand and you smiled, and i could tell it was a fake one, but you smiled, really smiled.
lyle, i miss you sometimes. all the time. you meant every single thing you said.
love,
ren
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 11:11 PM UTC
That night
It was
Us three
Two voices
Speaking. One
Sat silent
Us existing,
Talking, being
Apart, together.
I miss
Your voice
And you
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 11:19 PM UTC
Nebulous and Refined
The castle is a chain-smoker.
The king wears a three piece suit.
And in the air, most everywhere
that scent just does not dilute.
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A car lot filled with scribes and serfs
that assemble to deliver their willing tax.
They bump and argue for the closest view
of their Man-God on high: Glycine max.
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Employment is down! Crime is up!
What if the factories all move away?
This town will surely shrivel and die!
That's what the soiled townsfolk say.
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They humbly bow to their master's whim
but behind him they say much more.
Another Dead Man found Stale Lee in the vents.
Carcinoma galore.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC