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Everything in me says "RUN" but the world holds up a hand tells me to wait, to breathe, to stay exactly where I am. And I hate it. Not because I don't understand, but because stopping means thinking.. Means hearing every though I've tired to "outrun" every feeling I buried under movement. The red light glows like it knows something I don't.. So I sit here engine quite now, heart louder than ever, wondering If this pause is protection or punishment. –––xx10m
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC
Road Signs: Red Light
Tonight, I dreamed of killing someone While lying, awake, in my bed. I grabbed at his neck, And bruised up his flesh- My hands shook, as I wanted him dead. I tore at his eyes, I called out his lies, And now here I am breaking lead. I bit at his wrists, As his hands turned to fists From the anger his body was fed. Tonight, I dreamed of killing someone Who failed his attempt at controlling me. So I picked up this book, And the red lights I took, And stopped the shaking with poetry.
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Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 3:23 PM UTC
A Reason for Writing
You always scoop me up with a smile and a wink. I can't help the smirk that comes in sync, You open your broken door to let me in You're straight out of work and you still hold the scent of the day on you, and we're spent but still I stay on you. And I don't need to know, but I'll ask "How was it?" while you're driving through our cities, for you, I wasn't just a way, I knew. I stare at the green patches and the spills of blue, we listen to the radio and I listen to you, lips glisten as grass and morning dew, tongues run along them fast, and we have a clue, and we glance way up ahead, as the cars come to a slow you lean over and press them to me, under the red glow You've a hunger and my lips abundant- a feast, for plunder, and it's no wonder under the disguise of your caddy sedan, you're the man whom I call daddy, a ***** man with a solid plan and we'll drive by some thirty friends, and park down and around the bend, and scramble in through your basement door even though it's no secret anymore We'll say hello to your mother, pretty sure she knows I'm your lover- and though I hide the shame cause I don't wanna be lame My name in your parted mouth And you in mine, hard down south, makes for an even better night than kissing at all of the red lights.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
Kissing at all of the red lights
in a world where you stole       the end days       of my life       and sold it back to me               for half my whole...       faith is a business               for the opportunist                     and hope for the                         luxurious-----     ----my world----         only a room                         and a stage wide               dying every morning                       and revived every night                             pole                     after                   pole                       after             pole           after       pole       and yet still none could     catch my fall.                         my world where water is as scarce as dryness------ and sleep is abundant in supply as respite is bursting in demand and love is a capitalist.
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
capitalism
We were unknowingly stuck at a broken stoplight as I was watching you dramatically mouth the words to Use Somebody by Kings of Leon. I was cracking up in the passenger seat but all of a sudden the song changes and I'm wondering why the light is still red. We brush it aside and listen to the next song while paying close attention to the stoplight cycles. The third song comes on and at this point everyone is aware something is up. We look around for that line up of cars and sure enough. Cars from behind are turning around and cars in the front of us take the safe right turn instead. It was funny. The way all the cars reacted at the same time. As if a plane with a banner was in the sky saying: THIS LIGHT IS NOT FUNCTIONING. All this to say that sometimes, if not always, humans are secretly on the same wavelength.
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
Broken Stoplight
I can never tell when you're staying or leaving Slowing or going You got my mind going crazy Heart not knowing where you're going Just knowing one thing What my heart wants Staying going never leaving Green light red light with my emotions Never know where to go But I know how I feel But where do I go with it all Go fast Slow down I never know
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
Slowing Going
And on my way the light turns red. Now I’m stuck with time to think. Maybe I should turn around But your warmth is calling me. Red light adding seconds to my clock. One second is all I need. My cup is full of arguments But for you, I’d spill my drink. Fingers drum and throat, it catches. Legs stick to vinyl seats. Logic sings and reason whistles But your hiss, it sounds so sweet. Skip this song and then the next. **** this whole CD. As time, it stops. Decision reached. But then the light turns green.
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
Red Light
Snags in her tights, Chipped black on her claws, She stands against walls, Vulnerable to the brawls. A skirt grazing her thighs, Too small for her liking, She pulls at the seems, And feeds the old men lies. Lips that bleed, Mascara stained cheek, Frame too slim, She's in the gutter, sensual and meek. Lady of the night, Rolls to your car, beckons you with her finger, hopes you won't linger. A ten note slips, Into her grip. She squeezes. It will feed her addiction. She has money to pay, Children to feed, She digs her knuckles so much they bleed. Life carries by, As she tries to get high, On the fumes of other men. But the red light comes on, Her skirt hitches up, She cries as he whispers good girl. As he kisses her neck, She thinks what the heck Am I doing with my **** awful life, Selling cheap love, To father above, In hope she gets a better price than the tiny sum From every business bloke that comes, beckons her into his arms. She pulls at her pleather, At her last tether, Why am I in this life? Soho's her home, But it leaves her numb to the bone. She has more than budget passion, She craves style, She fashion. But instead the needle pierces, And she sinks down, Hating the body she's in, Women walk and they frown, But they don't understand how the girl feels deep down, She just wants true love. Oh heaven above? If there is a Holy Spirit, Let me be it, For this withered young ********** Belongs in your constitute, Please, she begs, save me from the charity brutes.
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
Soho
Snags in her tights, Chipped black on her claws, She stands against walls, Vulnerable to the brawls. A skirt grazing her thighs, Too small for her liking, She pulls at the seems, And feeds the old men lies. Lips that bleed, Mascara stained cheek, Frame too slim, She's in the gutter, sensual and meek. Lady of the night, Rolls to your car, beckons you with her finger, hopes you won't linger. A ten note slips, Into her grip. She squeezes. It will feed her addiction. She has money to pay, Children to feed, She digs her knuckles so much they bleed. Life carries by, As she tries to get high, On the fumes of other men. But the red light comes on, Her skirt hitches up, She cries as he whispers good girl. As he kisses her neck, She thinks what the heck Am I doing with my **** awful life, Selling cheap love, To father above, In hope she gets a better price than the tiny sum From every business bloke that comes, beckons her into his arms. She pulls at her pleather, At her last tether, Why am I in this life? Soho's her home, But it leaves her numb to the bone. She has more than budget passion, She craves style, She fashion. But instead the needle pierces, And she sinks down, Hating the body she's in, Women walk and they frown, But they don't understand how the girl feels deep down, She just wants true love. Oh heaven above? If there is a Holy Spirit, Let me be it, For this withered young ********** Belongs in your constitute, Please, she begs, save me from the charity brutes.
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