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 Apr 2018 欣快
laura
when the sun burns my skinny
skin off and there's nothing but
the heart beating for all to watch
the fingerprints you leave on me
compliments like poison, an agent
of all my sighs, eyes sore from first moving

quit treating me like a girl
with all your sentimental online messages
like you're afraid to touch my bones
mysteries too cheap to come by
wings to thin and fragile to fly with
holding on til July

because my sanity's getting loose
 Apr 2018 欣快
laura
funny how it's always
been about you

the wind's through the larynx
of a world raging without us
the song's making us weep

the stage too hard to cast our swag on
fingers to shaky to turn the page

i've been kicking it with a friend
the undertone of sinister elegance
of age - the vanishing of what used to be
drakes the type of ***** that makes me miss that one girl from second grade who took my green crayon.

i miss her. more importantly i want that crayon back
 Apr 2018 欣快
laura
F You Money
 Apr 2018 欣快
laura
Spent all my money on comfy camo clothes
Diors and Docs
and none of them have pockets
for you

would’ve spent it trying to get to you, get me out the friendzone
but i’m good, the gleam
of spring rain incites the wetness
and half drear to outshine

but i’m doing me and making each day
mine
8)
 Apr 2018 欣快
Andrew Guzaldo c
“She who has infused every minute of my day,
Hastens through titillating my endorphins.
Absconded hiding within myself,  
As blue crystals glaring teeter in the sea,

As we sanction the reticence of ardor,
While the sea eradicates its perennial effigy,
As infinite cascades eradicate beneath us,
As the water stride procures to the sandy shore,

Where the waves shatter on unsettled rocks,
As once again the clear light bursts as sun sets,
Enmeshed in a fabric of palpable vibrant colors,
Portrayed as that of a burlesque plumeria of infinites,                  

The plumeria burst of aureoles immortal love,
Unyielding its pedals as the devouring sea rotates,
Will ephemeral demise procure in the deep blue sea?
Over its blue pedaled face an astringent frown,

We have embarked on a promenade of love my dear,
I now stand before you no longer with emptiness,
Only perennial affection that you are mine and I yours,
       In our Aureoles of Plumeria”  
By AG 03/10/2018 ©
 Apr 2018 欣快
laura
mr fix it!
 Apr 2018 欣快
laura
no i can’t change you or her
God’s wrath is disillusioning you
from hearing yourself or me
or all death’s friends

you think you can fix her
a thousand times like each plate
she’s thrown at you and each fist
she’s swung at you

and i’m telling you God won’t remember
the woman that she used to be
and the counselors won’t help you or her
but you’re a fixer man

can’t fix your back from that one time
she hit it with your old baseball bat
but you’ll fix her one day, right?
*** angela
 Apr 2018 欣快
Mateuš Conrad
only a ******* Paddy McCormic
could make my use of English
be deemed incohrent, not having read
any James Joyce or Beckett...
so what's the point
of asking for the German
behemoths...
while he's still stuck
playing computer games,
unable to confront his father...
and luckily she's thai,
and not a thai-boy
with liquorice rather than silicon
bulging fake cow sacks...
sure... he'll play the ace,
live till his eighty...
meanwhile i'll thank for my
cameo appearance,
rob my mother
to pay for Swiss euthanasia...
after I cremate her...
blink once more with
a dream of van Gogh...
pretend "it" never happened...
and then start twisting
swan necks,
while gladly *******
the Puerto Ricans ******
in Amsterdam...
heart as a rock,
only an avalanche woke
this... hardly a saint,
far-fetched for a nun,
and certainly
   not a priestly ******...
erroneous gang ****
sheep herding...
once or twice, a flute up
my ***... listening to jethro tull...
a.k.a. Jeffrey the Hillbilly;
if a ******* Israeli
can be trigger-happy...
i'll be pagan-tongued...
  **** it, play your little acronym
game of the urban well informed...
and then your...
kindergarten auf...
               dei N-und-F "bösewörter."
why do i hate the celt with
an anglo-saxon equivalent passion?
guess some of this
anglophone zungebenutzen
rubbed off on me...
                   hybrid tattoo..
mongrel soul...
            hence my retreat into
a skyline of zeppelins.
 Apr 2018 欣快
laura
got a lovely tatty on ya left leggy
got no motivation or inspiration
but that *** needs lotsa smackin'
or maybe mine does, red from your hands

bittercress amongst the flowers outdoors
warding dancing birdflit
of people friendly pudgy pigeons
man i hate the birds, the people

singing their arias, their liturgy
feeling like they know somebody
in the canon, me in the sheets listening
to their rumors, trying to break our secret
 Apr 2018 欣快
laura
wanna twist and shout
fist and clout
the silent wrestle
a lapse of consciousness
bereft of science
and hard as metal

black and blue
***** girl, ***** pronoun game
strewing the fate in a storm
of words strung like wire

what do you want?
don’t call me like a woman
and don’t call me one either
you don’t got any other way
to communicate

it’s blame it on anything you don’t got
close the chapter and the verse
with a love curse
an empty ball and chain
because it’s all you and no me
i’m dumb as rocks but you have one instead of a brain
 Apr 2018 欣快
lib
truth
 Apr 2018 欣快
lib
love
without risk isn't
love
at all
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