Tossing & turning on this twin size bed,
I wake up furiously ***** & hungry.
Unable to truly satiate either.
How do I turn this black light off?
Through poetry & delusion,
I remembered to brush my hair.
A small sign that madness isn’t winning.
I long for late night Waffle House, sweet ***, the ecstasy that is your laugh & deep sleep.
To doze safely in your arms as the sun rises
& be comfortable believing
That your love isn’t a dream.

My Name is Kayla  
It is 3:20am
Im in Killeen, TX

Misalabi is a town
That we can call our own
Here everyone gets feed
Even if it's not a human breed.

Behind the beautiful walls
Of molten rock
Live people with big *****
In this little town
We have our own clown.

Crowds are filled with enthusiasts
We are estranged
From everyone
By dreams and goals.

Everyone wants to be someone
Everyone wants to chase
With hope as their base

Like 'Ethu' the sailor
Everyone wants to taste failure
But never give up on dreams
That's what we have been taught
By "Ethu" the sailor.

We can't borrow
Anyone's situation, anyone's talent  
We got a use what we have
That's what we learned from
Ethu's courageous stories
That are popular in Misalbi town
Told many times by our own clown.

We all need the clown
Of Misalabi town
That laugh away every pain every failure
And who is so much inspired by
"Ethu"the sailor.

Here days are hope
After every dawn
That anyone can be in top
Only if we give our best for sown.


~Naidu Chandra Pegu ~

It would be great if someone just knocked me out for a couple days and came in
and took care of the problems at my house.
While also, taking me to various doctors for my teeth, and my feet.
And fix my hair, get a cut.
Put some moisture back into my skin.
Buy Christmas presents for everyone in my family.
Pay some debts off.

And I could just wake up and go,
"Oh, swell. Everything is perfectly fine."

But. That's just the stuff I dream about.

That I want you to make marks on my skin...?