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Nobody Jul 2017
Time is on your side,
what a beautiful lie;
so many reasons to cry,
so many wishes to die.
Spare time is worse,
to reflect on your curse;
when life moves this slow
you prefer a physical blow.
You just want to go,
you’re sick of feeling alone;
you quit asking why
when you’re too tired to try.
You barely get by
and long for the end,
this hand you were dealt
you can’t ever amend.
You'd rather fold,
It's getting so old.
Your life's a joke;
even with money,
you'll always be broke.
pageants of pageants
fractals and hype
of faceless terrors and faceless
when rain on corrugated iron
when rain and the kettle boiling

i know i have taken too much time
i have taken time from time to decide
to realise i was only wiser before trying.

Patterns of paradox haunt
the terms of all desire

tussock grass on paths
that cuts the thin skin
and sticks

and a view to nowhere

some leaf in autumn

the hope of finding
Jaycee Jan 2015
And you were there,
When no one else would care.
You helped me see,
What's most important to me.
No one ever saw me hurting so deep inside,
But you broke through the walls I built up so high.
BJ Donovan Mar 5
Jack Daniel's

We bought a broken dog
and took him to our broken home
to live with this broken family.
We tried to fix him with broken
training. I was too broken to get
it right. The more I yelled the more
broke he got. I had a drunken insight
one evening walking him in a full moon.
He reminded me of me in my childhood.
I saw things through his broken eyes
and held him close. I promised I'd fix us.
I adopted myself from a dog shelter.
Woody Sep 1
Tonight, eyes dry as a bone
I went out on the dock alone
and spit at the dark by myself
until the wind broke like a river
in Kansas, that flows through
my heart, still, you know who you are
and the moon came out and played
a tune on its white piano, about you
as the clouds flew by beginning to cry
and the wind blew that spit into my eyes.
For lecomps, where ever you be; be happy and well.
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