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At the edge of the lakes where the roads cross their swords
Is a place that I go when I’ve nothing more
than $1.72 for an Arizona Tea.
But there’s no other place I would rather be
then hanging around with my station family.
There’s a place that I go when I need to **** time
At the corner of Radisson and Cloud.
And even with the rumbling cars it really ain’t all that loud.
It’s a wonderful place to sit down and tag,
though the passerby may call me a ***
There’s still no place I’d rather be
than toking up with my station family.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC
I scream in pain and I hurt from things that haven’t taken place
I scream in pleasure and ***** thoughts of *** and ***
coat the inside of my brain
Sobbing after the release, the water drips down my face from above
It hurts
A distraction for a second, a distraction,
I am trying to hold on to what I have
It’s slow and fast and theres not enough time
I slam my head back against the shower wall
I want to sit here in the warmth and the despair and the nothing
I want to be pushed to release again
I want to be pushed a little more just all I need so I can finally end things for good
Final release
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 4:21 AM UTC
O’ Trauma, O’ Drama,
Two friends I know well.
They’ve dragged me through hell,
Ripped up cell by cell.
O’ Trauma, O’ Drama.
Will there ever be peace?
I truly cannot say,
But I’ll try anyway.
Will it be okay?
Will there ever be peace?
Can one master their own flaws?
Can I conquer my raw mind?
I oft look inwards to find
My soul’s been caught in a bind.
Can one master their own flaws?
I’ve become used to hurt,
And accustomed to pain.
I’m surprised I’m still sane,
With so broken a brain.
I’ve become used to hurt.
O’ Trauma, O’ Drama,
They’ve led me to grow,
Took me high and low,
Taught me all I know.
O’ Trauma, O’ Drama.
I don’t like it, I’ll take peace if I can;
But years of fire have forged a better man.
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 1:46 AM UTC
Does it not
Feel for the standoffish
Does it not
Stand for the forgotten
Does it not
Ban all that forgotten
Does it call when the man drops his call
Bonds will be broken
Time is woven
The last steps are the same we all have choices
Oct 25, 2024
Oct 25, 2024 at 11:59 PM UTC
Cold shouldn't
Cold havocs
Cold weddings
Cold twilights
With a couth...
We are a pleasantry
Sake to work overtly, youth
Make me your lover, about profanity...
Sorry, knowing a house?
Wished for, wasting a knot...
Shoulder's with a best, know the mouse
Curious? save the grace in a hop...
Begun before, a rise has a chance
A liberty to share nothing, but us
Longer laughter, than a real face
Somewhere the rain, has become one to discuss:
A broken deed?
So savored, so favored
By wonder, in the voice to lead
A wager of admission's service, a luck sour...?
May 29, 2024
May 29, 2024 at 12:01 AM UTC
She placed me as her best friend.
Finally pulling me out of her “friend zone” because she failed to grab the man she really wanted.
Sep 16, 2022
Sep 16, 2022 at 12:43 AM UTC
Vote
You shot me with area 51 Osama
Vote
I burned a country with Jimmy
Vote
I shot it down
Vote
Ten cha gillion rounds
Appeal
Cash appeal
Vote
King
Holdsworth
Czar
Jan 13, 2022
Jan 13, 2022 at 8:00 PM UTC
underpass gallery
where urban Picasso's
tag the walls as their own
having never paid a penny
in tax to offer compensation
for their spray paint intrusion
or maybe a **** and *****
or just **** off
freedom of expression
being let out from under
the thumb of authority
mum and dad
school teachers
social workers
this is their voice
crying out into the darkness
of the unknown hereafter
that scares the **** out of them
perhaps we should listen
they are the future
perhaps we should be down there
with them
some of us could do
with a bit of freedom of expression
let some hair down
while there is still some left
to let
Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 6:59 AM UTC
Is my car really that good on gas?
I mean think about it...
And, what's that spltoch on the ceiling that's been here since I moved in a decade ago, and is now starting to look like a gigantic two-headed cherub? What is that brownish stain actually made of?
I mean think about it...
And, is Philip Michael Thomas still alive?
I mean think about it...
Mind blowing
Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 12:20 PM UTC
When I was a kid, Summer was so much fun
Playing and laughing all day in the sun
We would all gather for a game of tag
Or running a race to the finish flag
We would think of ways to try and stay cool
Like going for a swim at the public pool
Drinking tall glasses of cold lemonade
While sitting under a tree in the crisp shade
Riding our bikes up and down the street
Waiting for the ice cream truck for a popsicle treat
Staying up late with my best friend
Hoping that Summer would never end
I'm grown up now but it's just not the same
The loss of innocence is such a shame
It's been a long time but they're still very clear
Those summertime memories that I hold so dear
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
I am trying to feel anything
Like others across the land
With senses dulled
And feelings cold
Here alone I stand
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 2:38 PM UTC
Knusprige Croissantlippen nähern sich ihrem sanften Kaffeekuss
Ein glückseliges Einatmen … Ausatmen
Der Tag wartet geduldig im Türrahmen
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 3:54 AM UTC
Genuine polite and humble men are often misunderstood and tagged as flirty.May be because they are rarest of all the species , I guess.
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 12:13 AM UTC
Come here kids and listen
We're gonna play a game
It's just like tag, a little
And Covid is it's name
The whole wide world is playing
It's a simple game to play
Everyone has cooties
The idea is stay away
The game has no time limit
It may last a month or more
You can win it if you listen
That's what this poem is for
You don't want the cooties
You don't want to be it
The idea is keep your distance
This game may take a bit
One way to block the cooties
From getting in your space
Wash your hands like we do
And do not touch your face
You don't know who has cooties
Who is it and who is not
So, stay close like we tell you
And then you won't get caught
This game is really something
I'll tell you when it's done
Just follow my instructions
And we'll keep on having fun
So, one, two, three...we're playing
Don't let the cooties in your space
Wash your hands like I do
And do not touch your face
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 8:53 PM UTC
Old boomer story, I have two pre boomers left alive,
among men who claim to have known me when.
Soon enough their side of this story will be gone,
and mine will be main,
ever after.
That's how chapters work in the book of life.
Many ways, manifold, aye, yess mirror in mirror,
infinite loops are possible to imagine,
but you can't realize one for more than an hour, try.
My chapter includes you and those two old guys when they were
five and six years older than me, the big kids,
but my uncle and my cousin,
who taught me all I ever learned about survival of the fitist.
Pick on somebody smaller, big fish eats the little fish,
toddler boy chokes the cat and big boy laughs.
I was the only one who did serious time,
and HMMM self analysis bump in the views, we may have
felt an earth quake, just after seven, yes
in the desert, west of the Blythe intaglios, yes
peak super bloom about two weeks, a guess, maybe sooner
-- end call
my truth made me free and you don't know if that's a lie,
and that could be funny,
under these circumstances, you might know.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC
When I hear your voice in isolation
my whole house sways to your godly presentation
that voice now has a different kind of appreciation
when it's the only thing that sends my heartbeats
into constant vibration
It's not the word nor the caption
it's the sound that's now given in ration
to switch on a photographic imagination
of the value of a throwback life, seen through an application
Send me your voice
I am done with pictures and links
bring back the call
the call
of you
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 6:03 AM UTC
you ran so fast to chase
after him;
so fast that
you left
yourself.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
The winner's lose
Happiness descends
Death awaits
Rigor mortis sets in
An empirical delusion
Blinded by grief
The most logical wisdom's
Eventually deceive
At the bottom of ism's
Awaits the final collision
At the gates
Of all that rhyme
A funeral dirge
Reconciled with birth
In the calming state
Acutely sublime
How can the enlightened
Not fear death?
Surely we all
Struggle for breath
Holding life in
As long as we can
I will give you my heart
But only on lend
Perhaps Poet's
Understand the rhymes
Contemplative in nature
Destine to arrive
Removing the blinders
That death is a lie
......................
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
do not name that thing you wish to know
take such a weighted title
make a security blanket of that thing
sleep in a mirage and lie
down in bedsheets other than your own -
if you wake up in the morning after
covering up lies with that thing
you will not put your demons to rest
do not think if that thing feels safe
you love that thing recklessly -
it is in our nature to yearn
for that thing to have our back
infatuation being our downfall
lustful happenings disrupting
the consistency you want to name -
do not name that thing
because a title can never change character
and that thing is always
stubborn
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
This is selfish
And I know
I know
I always do
But that doesn't stop me
From self absorbed thoughts
Then panicking
When I notice
Then slicing open
My thighs
Bleeding out
My lies
It's such a vicious cycle
And it's only
The start
I won't say
That I'm not ashamed
Of the things I've done
Of the person
I've become
But I also can't say
That I didn't want this
That I didn't
Ask for this
Because I did
And I deserve it
I don't remember a time
When things weren't wrong
It's the subtleties
The little things
I looked up
On my first phone
The pinching
The picking
The restricting
I was only eleven then
I made friends
I shouldn't have
I opened my arms
To the whole world
And it rushed in
Too fast
I wasn't ready
I know that now
But I asked for it
And I can't change
The past
The first time
My mother told me
She was worried
I wondered why
I was always
The one who worried
The one who noticed
The anguished faces
Who pressed her ear
To the bathroom door
And heard the muttered
Conversations
About things
And how they go wrong
And always
It seemed
I was the heart of it all
So I was scared
I wanted to change
I haven't known a day
Without shame
In at least five years now
That's an awfully
Long time
To survive
In the wild
Menacing darkness
Just a child
A babe in the woods
How would you feel
If that babe knew
About the monsters
The creatures of the deep
All the bad things
That most people
Run from
And she took them
With a scream
That was me
I was lost
I still am
To some degree
There are scars
That will never fade
But it was all
For a rush
That highlight
Starstruck
Moonlit night
When I cried
For so long
Because I couldn't have him
Or her
Or them
Or anyone
In particular
And it all climaxed
Again and again
There doesn't seem
To be an end
Just more walls
In my twisting maze
Every time
I see a light
It turns out
It's just a phase
An illusion
A ghost
Of something I never had
Maybe if she hadn't died
Maybe if they'd never fought
Maybe if I'd been a
Better child
None of this
Would've happened
There must be
Another world
Where I find happiness
But that's not mine
That's not me
I'm the timeline
That everyone is glad
They don't belong to
I'm the mess
The perfect tragedy
My parents
What do they even
Think of me
I can imagine that
Hospital fees
Add up pretty quick
And with all that I've done
I'm not worth
What I cost
I'm just a mess
A disaster of a girl
I was never meant to be born
But he died
Instead
And here I am
Dying for the light
But unwilling
To venture out
I guess I'm
Sick and twisted
In a number of ways
But more than anything
I'm scared
And I'm not enough
I'm not skinny
Like I was
I can barely show
My face in public
I can't wear shorts
Except around the house
And I hate myself
So much
Most of the time
That dying often seems
Like the only answer
I'll never stop coming back to
So yeah
My depression
So big and ugly
I'm unable
To untangle
Its reflection from mine
We're so
Intertwined
I've been here for so long
It's grown around me
It's a dying tree
And I am dying with it
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC
betrayal is a dance
discouraged,
yet you still take my hand
to a melody misunderstood,
the rhythm becomes lost
within the loneliest liar
lying safe tonight
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
Plays are good acting
It's just the bridge
Where moonlight suffices
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC