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  Jun 2019 Lot
Anastasia
See this crown, upon my head?
Made of knives, one slice and you're dead
My finger, tracing your neck
Then come my lips
The blade is next
Watch your mouth
And watch your back
Is it love or a heart attack?
Backstabbing isn't really my style
Darling straight in your face will make me smile
Looked you in the in the eyes
Shouldn't be a surprise
Inspired by Billie Eilish ❤
  Jun 2019 Lot
Chris
Mountain so high
Please tell me why
Why you continue to grow
The worlds falling don't ya know?
Up is where you belong
If only I were that strong
I'd follow you wherever you go
Enjoy.
  Jun 2019 Lot
Empire
Even when life is fine,
Sometimes reality hits
A blow to the gut
I reel, dizzy and unsteady
If only you could hear my mind
The anguished screams inside
Maybe you’d see
That I’m not quite alright
Won’t you see...?
  Jun 2019 Lot
Kai
I'm swallow'in
things I'll never be
what the world wants

I'm swallow'in
their opinions of me
what society says

I'm swallow'in
all my own thoughts
to keep on breathing

I'm wallowing now
in what I could have been
You can't just keep on choking down on what everyone expects you to be or you'll never be happy in the end.
Lot Jun 2019
I made a choice to let him near my private island by the pier
Before the water would shine so clear
But he let the currents swim with fear
The atmosphere turned dark and drear
With tides that move with painful blear
He stained my ocean and smeared my cheer
Left my beach polluted and my breeze veer
Where I'm left kneedeep by his rotten cohere
Now my choice remains very unclear
  Jun 2019 Lot
sandra wyllie
The anger hides
the emptiness inside
But if the truth did show
I guess you would know
of the displaced self
When there's no one else
who could take control
I hand you my soul

Though I might be blind
I am not resigned
What I do not know
shall not be foe
I'm too strong to quit
give up on it.
The past remains.
Yet my path has changed.
And I must follow
the empty hollow
of a displaced self

And if freedom rings
I'd give up these things
to let in the light
that brought me sight
Though this shape is bent
it’s heaven sent
If you believe in prayer
then all is fair

It's a beauty song
that rang along.
But I just heard it when
I believed, and then
it sang for me
in a higher key.
And so shall it resound
now that I am found!
  Jun 2019 Lot
Kurt Philip Behm
With age in my body,
but youth on the page

A sword old and rusted,
now tempers with rage

These bones may be brittle,
with feet slow to drill

But fire still burns
—in my memory and will

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
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