#sue
This year near now later as I slide into safe for
the feeling,
never once in real life as they call the experience of
mortal ripening misspellts
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magigic
tstsefly sleepy sick o hno this is that book
louis said it sounds like science fiction --- but
you init lou
look
it's that guy who married your mom and rescued your from the
cult,
fundamentally,
with no regard for the damage
I just knew. Okeh, we were caught in a net we did not know exists.
Evil in its e-sense, virtual balnce factor intended to keep good
in constant chessish cheshirish grin
cheque,
en garde, to point a fault in the plan… ellipses suffice for a minor
re
spect to authors admitting un belief of most
order quired fixt ac-counting tual vir-beginning ever
things, with no
withdrawal date, the riches pile up so hitchenslipped in the bull
Creflo Dollar, props, brohawny black ****** mofoe than fren
in the end,
y'did your proper whatever you knew in your self right right
it just feels wrong
jets, ball'n'f'Jeesus, risen above the fray,
in Beulah Land,
c'mon childrens, t'all join me walk wit jesus hear me say
ain't another way I know and you know,
I cain't lie
nonono chile my heart be fixt
fixt means, ain broke
no joke, blowin hard hard har on that deep left end
blue bleu sacre bleu
I best rest and find mind gone a wander why you hear?
Both, heare, here and hear, oft stretched to cover
to means of leaking wwwwu.
we may, as we the corpus hoct to pay some debt
somebody never owed,
an oath to believe a lie is true,
I absolve you. You are free to no longer bher
the burden of eventually accounting
for every, every, every ever
sworn idle word
lock for
ever int the con fused wicks match lock candles,
we did not know if this went to now,
when we have these
magic pens and broad bands of reading minds finding
threads
we
share, ideas at bare word level, down to actual
jots, breath commas, some call them
but readers of many [paradigms of mind] novels,
realize their roles
with shame,
venting noxious fumes for [that verted joy fools floods of
test-toss-or be owned}}}protein trigger me a fu
ture
sure thing ding
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Can we stand up right balanced, okeh. This ain't anybodies idea of hell,
except the one Mormon guy who told me Morman worst ell, tellestial kingdom,
was so much better than now that if god let you see it,
you would die to get there.
Time will tell.
Keep the pressure on, high speed chase scarios are not torture,
they only feel like
lift off, oh shitunexpected floatin ches above
the idea of enjoyment as an occupation.
Peacemaking, as an occupation, occupying until now we
gather, at the river and laugh
laugh laugh alladem rules and reg ulah stuff, gwa n on ol woids wise
womb man know gnosticious suspicious
auspicity
perspicacity capacity to tttalk sit no stutification evacuation of
I can't
remember. But grandpa, remember, Siri knows, ask her.
2019 wandering away from the ol'fo'khome ain't the
adventure it once was
past the edges of all the known in the world. My 8 yr old
grand daughter put a locater spell on my
converged network node
if I manifest in odd realms she has Siri steer me to bed.
The future is as good as I imagined,
but I'm not the guy about to die while wondering what he missed
that everyone else knew from the womb.
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC
They pretend to be your brother/sister, but at your back they are a dusty gold digger,
They published your character in daily news, used you as a broken tools,
They paint you in history with their fake and bitter stories,
They chew your bones with lies all day, think that your life will becomes muddy someday,
They blackmail you, told everyone that you ain't real, that your life is a mess, used you as copy and paste,
They drew you with their nasty routine and broken pencil, and used their spicy spite as the eraser,
They looks beautiful on the outside, but inside, there heart leaks with sores,
In your presence, they hail you like king or queen,
In your absence, they murdered your attitude and behave like they are so good,
So called friends,
You find them in church, wove in sheep clothing,
So called friends,
You find them in school, dark aches in the midst of white aches,
So called friends,
They are here, they are there, they are everywhere
Direct copy of the devil, there hands are full of evil and always caught in the act of trouble,
Shine your eyes!!
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
We're loose associations.
Brutality queues the phrases.
Reality loses luster,
in fallow with boot to daisies .
Cowering and embracing
our trusted tomes,
honing a fruitless joke,
that only touches on tones that suit the layman
Famous and clueless faces.
Racing to rue the cadence.
Faking a sweet embrace,
for imminent tears, but grew impatient.
California coos
sooth impostor fits,
but it's a syndrome
fifty shades dense,
and way to thick to fit the staples.
In case you were getting wayward;
our guiding fables,
sentinels that they are,
will guard the stables
and bark orders,
pouring out the spirits
and clearing history,
with brazen logic.
Honestly,
I carved a broken heart,
instead of tapping the maple,
sue me.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
Peom and poeple are one of the sema my grandma I mean grannar is pretty nice accept this, or I sue, your sued say goodbye to your company and your life. Life in Jail isn’t bad just don’t drop the soap in the shower. By the Boy Next Door with The Disabilities
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 4:07 AM UTC
In the shade of my carriage,
I think of all the times where
I just wanted to surrender to
my own inner darkness
I have been so afraid of life
of being a seed that never sprouts
My mind would become a storm
of emotion that would take over
me. But just like in the carriage,
there were cracks of light and I
thought of the many friends that
I had made. The many friends who
have supported me, even when I
didn't see my own self-worth and
my own talents. One being the ever
patient, very kind, Queen Sue, one
of many Queens of HP who I am
indebted to. A truly kind and gentle
soul who has broken from her chrysalis,
and flutters her iridescent wings.
Everything she touches grows, and
everyone near and far knows that hers
is a soul that gives so much. When I
boarded the ships and faced the
turbulence of my own stability,
when I was drowning and ready to
close my eyes, I could hear her.
"Don't give up!" her voice as sweet as a psalm
and as one made of pure light, offered me
her hand, and pulled me up so I could
breathe. Though it was hard, I managed
to calm my inner storms and return safe
and sound. As my carriage stops, I peek
out of the window and I can see her
waving from her tower. In her Kingdom
I arrived, and she continues to thrive
And her dynasty will be one of true
glory.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
When I think of all the tears and turbulence life has
given me, it sometimes makes me hard for
me to forgive this world
I usually would find peace in the solitude
and my waters would be still. I'd
honestly prefer that than to
feel alone amidst this
sea of life
But now, I've learned to dance with the
naiads by the Springs of Many Lives.
With her hand in mind, the life-stream
strums and begins to form rings
Each ripple made is a bond that
grows stronger in time
Each one beaming
with many hues
Now I see, the true beauty of life.
The waters will run hot, cold and
warm. We all will dance
different dances.
But the Naiads show me the beautiful
bonds I have made with my fellow
Kings and Queens on HP from all
walks of life who wear their
crowns with pride.
That is a life I yearn for.
For my diadem to be made of
pure starlight.
For me to have such understanding
makes me shed true
tears of joy.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
To my good friend, Sue
Stay safe in your chrysalis
I'll be here waiting
Keep your mind on you
I'll stay true to the promise
to write for us both
You are not alone
You are a kind and sweet soul
So regenerate
In your chrysalis
I will await in its glow
and for it to crack
The winds will sing sweet
And the Northern Lights will dance
And you will emerge
Shining, born again
With strong, bright, velveteen wings
With love as armour
With all your wounds healed
And all your scars now faded
And we see you smile
I know you'll come through
People may have struck you down
But you weren't destroyed
To my good friend, Sue
My hand's on your chrysalis
Just know I am here
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
Full wings or broken
An angel is an angel
with shining beauty
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
In me, the flames
of conflict has me in pain
Mind, body and soul
I look to the sky
And I see your helping hands
That now calms my storms
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
She glides through this life
gowned and glowing in
white
In her hand, a candle with
a golden flame that never
dies
And she spotted me on the
beach with a branch in my
hand
As I was drawing my scars
in the sea-kissed sands. It
was
then that I felt behind me
a tender heat, so I turned
and
met her gaze. The scars I
drew in the sand healed.
Under
my feet, a path of glass
marble that when kissed
by
the sunlight, became a
rainbow. She beckoned
me
to follow her to which I
did and we ventured through
sky, land and sea
She spoke so gently
She smiled so kindly
Her words had so much
worth with such little
cost
My sorrowed heart was halved
My joy seemed to double
And then she said she had
to go.
But she smiled and said that
she was never far behind,
and if ever in doubt, I should
look to the sky
I'll see her star and feel her gaze
And I would always end up with
a smiling face.
Handing me her undead candle,
she floated away and I would never
forget that day.
She saw me a someone who
could heal and touch many lives
And like the talent in me,
it will never die
Now watching the dying sun,
by the beach, I turn my face
to the empty seat.
No, I shouldn't say empty.
So it is sweet to smile and
meet the angel that burns
with a kind heat
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
The unlikeliest people have
wings on their backs
peace in their souls
and halos under hats
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
PRINCE WILLIAM AND KATE
ARE SUING A MAGAZINE
THEIR PRIVATE LIVES ARE PRIVATE
AND NEVER TO BE SEEN
HERE IN AUSTRALIA JUST RELAXING
IN THE SUN AND TO REST
THE PAPARAZZI ARE TOO POUNCE
AND SHOW OF KATE'S BREAST
THIS INTRUSION INTO THERE LIFE
IS VERY QUESTIONABLE INDEED
THEY DEFINITELY HAVE THE RIGHT
TO SUE FOR MEDIA GREED
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
Sue took my hand
on a saturday night
walked her home
when she told me with all her might
About her rock n roll boys
and her school shenanigans
how she found her voice
in the backroom with her toys
She seemed to be a bad girl
out of my league
so during the way home
i could only look at her rosy cheeks
Got to her doorstep
where she whispered goodbye
kissed me on my cheek and said
till monday, you magpie
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
We dine on Tuna & Merlot red wine
a single car's headlights shine
traveling down a road
so many stories untold
you're selling your old flat
in the Georgian house
we all lived in
back in the colorless nineties
when the music was bad -
Westlife, Take That, Spice Girls
& everyone
wore either black or blue
it seemed, on this Island
& your boys were still small
& my family holidayed in Cornwall
& I didn't yet know I could write poetry
when you move away
I shall be sorry to see you go
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
Mia is best friends with Ana, and Ana is best friends with Sue,
one day Sue saw me and said I love you.
Ana said I'll love you 10 pounds lighter, Mia said plus 5 pounds less.
Sue said I'll gladly take off 2 pounds of unwanted stress.
Ana told me I was fat, other people did too,
So I believed Ana was so very true.
Ana told Mia to help get rid of all my stress.
So then tomorrow I can fit into my brand new dress,
I asked how many pounds until you will love me.
Ana said just 5 pounds lighter, and Mia said just 3 pounds less,
and Sue said I'll gladley take away all the unwanted stress.
So I pulled out my blades to talk to Sue,
she said, " dont forget I was the only one who truly loved you."
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
The faded flicker of the far off clock was my only source of light. Until I picked up my phone and let my 2 A.M. thoughts run rampant. They made my fingers race across the screen. Made them play tag. They swiped and pinched until finally there you were. At 2 A.M. you were in my hands again. You're smile was as wide as ever and your eyes held the same glitter like they did when you used to talk to me. And You spoke about me even more. People would often come up to me and say that my name was all that would slip off your tongue. And I remembered that snake. The first time it brushed against my lower lip wanting access like a lion knowing that there was more to life than it's own cage. But to everyone, you spoke of me like I was the one who made the sun rise, who put the stars in the sky, who made the wind blow, and who made your world as you knew it turn.
My 2 A.M. thoughts made my fingers dance again. And another you appeared before me. All dressed up. Like we were married. But far from it. We sat like we had to save space on the Mayflower. I was in your lap and your arms were around my fragile frame. And I knew I would never love someone as much as I loved you that night. And my 2 A.M. thoughts brought me to the messages. Where are little "I love you more" fights were held and our futures were voiced. Remember that?
I was only a few months older than you. And I remember saying that I had to wait longer for my soulmate to come to me. And there you were again. In my head talking to me when we were bestfriends. While tapping on the plastic on the screen, the fingers fought for their right to voice the will of my 2 A.M. thoughts.
And I wrote about how I met you so far, way back when. I wrote about the dances we went to, the dates we laughed about. And then ultimately the 2 A.M. thoughts brought me to the deepest places I never wanted to let set free again.
And they scrambled on the keyboard of the phone! CAPS LOCKs, sorrys, pleads, and begs. Explanation after explanation and so many what if's. And I read it and read it. And only now did I realize that I was choking on the tears that you left me with. And I continued with the rant, and blamed you for what happened and blamed you for the causes. And then I stopped. And wept into the cold tear stained pillow, screaming into it like it was my last shot at everything I could ever have been. And once I felt numb enough to pretend that it wouldn't bother me anymore I let the small sobs escape my quivering lips and I destroyed the barrage of words that was my 2 A.M. thoughts. And instead willed my hands to let the fingers dance once more as I typed:
You're coming back, right?
_________________
You're coming back right (sent 2:35 A.M.)
(read 2:36 A.M.)
. . .
And the dots they came.
And I waited.
But inevitably,
Just like you,
They left me with the question:
You're coming back, right?
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
I lay in my bead cold and alone
Waiting for the endless pain
To go away.
I lay in my bed cold and alone
For someone to save me
From dying at home.
I lay in my bed cold and alone
I write and I write
but nothing comes out.
I lay in my bed cold and alone
Talking to myself
For there’s no one to talk.
I lay in my bed cold and alone
Waiting for my soul to fill what broke.
I lay in my bed cold and alone
For happiness I seek when I’m alone.
I lay in bed cold and alone
Please save me from drowning
In my own thoughts.
I lay in my bed cold and alone…
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
I always wear pink
But I am broken inside.
I always wear pink
But I don’t always smile.
I always wear pink
Because it shows how strong I have to be.
I always wear pink because it is my favorite color.
I always wear pink because I have no friends.
I always wear pink because it gives me hope
Though I have nothing to rely on.
I always wear pink to lie to everyone.
I always wear pink because it’s the only thing I have.
I always wear pink because my life
Is so messed up not even the brightest sun can
Illuminate it.
I always wear pink because I’m really not happy
But I have to lie to everyone so that they can be strong.
I always wear pink
For my extraordinary soul
That has nothing but a simple cut.
I always wear pink.
I always wear pink.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
I am a happy girl...
Though I go through the dark
and lay on my knees,
I laugh and I laugh
till my laugh leads to tears.
Though I look and I look
at the razor once again,
I open and smile and go back to my cave.
And even though
I cry my eyes out,
this is the image I show
to the world when i'm out.
The thing they don't
know is that my tears
lead to fears,
and my soul is a virtue
no one will ever meet.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
Everything happens for a reason, they say.
People say a lot of things. They talk and talk and talk. Not knowing that the person next to them is broken like a glass and says ‘I’m okay’ as if it were the truth. They just have no idea what it’s like. What it’s like to seek safety in other people. What it’s like to go home every day and cry until your eyes look like a tornado. What it’s like to not be happy for the fact that millions of internal voices take control of someone’s thoughts. They just have no idea.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
I try to be like everybody else,
to fit in.
But when I try,
I just ****
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC