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wandabitch Nov 2013
they burned acts 21 just to feel closer to enlightenment,
they danced on rooftops so they could feel the light of stars,
if only though a telescope.

at the moment of lost translation there is no hope for
western civilization.

and here i gather my sandwich in deep thought.
wandabitch Nov 2013
its raining
I kicked a hole in the wall
imprinteing my madness
like a urge.
lost my job today
but
at least I have a hero.
who took all my tears
frustration and fears
and threw them out
like salty fries.
at my bosses car, and the parking lot.
he covered me with his tin foil hat
as courage turned from pain.

god I love Mondays
what a day.
wandabitch Oct 2013
Around the coals we gather to warm are tired souls
Brothers singing of all life's woes
And dear old sawyer and his lady go on their way
Towards the west and memory lane.
I bid adieu to these travelers and the heated night
One day we will find peace in our drunken blight
To the poet and their thoughtful muse
To the guitarist and their twanging tune
To the smoker with a hazy mind
And the couple rekindled in Octobers fire.
These dry leaves blow in and out of winters hollow, hope dear readers you make the best of tomorrow.
wandabitch Oct 2013
I shake the world from my feet
***** and unholy
Bring forth a new start

Stepping towards the mark
Lifted from trails
Blown through the altitude.

Blessed by love and torn from death
To gather hope ill be in your heart

When the day grows dark
The light shines on
My stride is stronge
My smile rung

But I'll keep on keeping on
wandabitch Oct 2013
I sit outside with cold thoughts wrapped in my hair
as voices carry to my ears, numb from information.
people laugh through window cracks and heat evaporates the door locks. breathing in each quiet moment. my hands carry a weight of words my lips kissing silent air. I am alone with a stale buzz.

good night poets.
wandabitch Oct 2013
Day off again
Time to read a book or
Flip through story book page
As I
grasp Promethia
And
Take the stage
                 While You
uplift a thought to
the whale dream.

Native tongue
My craving.
wandabitch Oct 2013
I discovered I cried at night
With you laying next to me. My pillow wet and cold.
Staring. At your shoulder.
Beckoning to hold a piece of me.

The heat from your body burned
My light leaves,
And I shiver as you wake.

Speaking through a dream.
Wish I could sleep.
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