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What professor 25

They are a reminder,
A reminder
that the future is full of surprises.
A raging mystery unmatched.
Every drop of water
that splashes upon the reflection
has the opportunity
to create a wave.

Not all the same.

Some will rage
                            and some will ripple,
but either way
                            the water’s face
will be forever changed.

Don’t think too hard;
                            the beauty of it all
will never be lost.
                            We are surrounded by it.
It looks up at us,
and we watch it capture eyes.
Unending, ceasing to amaze,
can’t be stopped.

A ripple or a wave
                            whatever it may be
will always--always
                            affect its surrounding.

And, drops of water are
always splashing somewhere.

My elephants body is
Yellow and black
He has a pumpkin orange head
Be careful when you hit his
White striped trunk
It'll knock you dead
He has flopped out ears
And glass tusks instead
And i fill him with only
The tastiest flowers
I myself have bred
My elephant is a bubbler
The hitters on the back of his dome
So when you hear that bubbling crue
You'll know
Theres an elephant in the room

There's a poem hidden on my tongue
but I just can't find it,
my mouth is numb.

I've been sipping on winter for way too long,
this city is colder than your bubbler ****;

but I like the way it's one way streets all seem to lead from you to me,
and I like how you take them at full throttle
playing marco polo with the bottom of the bottle-

-As if you don't find it every night;
like the last few drops aren't your lullaby.

And it's an alibi that lulls you out of lucidity,
because your favourite superpower is anonymity.

And you don't mind if I show up when I'm ******* high,
because I'm a ******* child who can't handle life.

I'm the peak of the mountain all covered in white,
I'm the age old dragon,
I'm the youthful sprite

I'm the bowl that you smoke when you come down slowly,
I'm the pipe that you **** when you got no rollies.

I'm your vice, I'm your habit, I'm your bad addiction
I'm your fight, I'm your project, I'm your real life fiction.

I'm the cut on your tongue that you won't let heal,
I'm the poem in your mouth that you cannot feel.

Now I'm the lover of your discontent,
I'm the jar in your cupboard that's labelled 'rent'.

It's the 26th and the jar's still empty,
but we've got a two-six and your pouring hand's heavy.

Using whisky and water as lubrication-
it numbs and smooths through our expectations.

And I don't know when we made the agreement to feed our ***** and starve our feelings,
But my belly feels full like the waxing moon,
and my chest holds as much as a fractured spoon.

*Naked and hungry-
we share your bed
-searching for the words, in each other's heads.

Flick flick,
lights the bic.
The intensity of combustion
creating light.
Bring the light closer,
closer to the green.
The shining crystals atop the jade.
Inhale.
Watch it curl, draining its life
while adding to my own.
Hear the soft purr of the bubbler.
Release the carb.
Smoke pours in every direction.
Hold it in.
Exhale.

In fading denial, I faced the leaves
And scattered hoses
And the pots still distributed about the yard
Where seeds had once ****** stalks and leaves,
And colours had burst, among the greenery.

In the chill wind, I removed them
The ice-encrusted aquatic plants
And exposed black cold water below.
Sunk a bubbler into the pond's depths
And caught glimpses of the orange inhabitants.

To the warmth, I retreated
As the sun turned up the shadows
And the creeping, early approach of night
Intruded upon the late afternoon,
And the winter, upon the fall.

kids shouldn't go to rehab at fifteen
but you sent me anyways
which was too many days
I made a best friend there
her name was xollie
she talked of her life in California
how her grandma took her and her siblings in
all the empty bottle pills in the bin
rotten milk on the counter
she felt like she was going to rot away with it
she spoke of living with ghosts
guess it isn't always fun living on the coast
dropping acid and crushing pills
she didn't care if it kills
then there was Jane
from Las Vegas
she told us stories about being high on ****
she wanted the drug to bring her death
she slept in the dirt and hallucinated cops
and airplanes flying above searching
for her, no one was looking not even her pops
two black men told her they'd get her high
if she would just go to their apartment with them
you see Jane was a gem
the only one who didn't see it was her
once she was too high to be able to move
or speak, the mens intentions weren't pure
they tore into her heart
as she cried silent tears
she wishes she could just restart
just wishing to be free of the drug
and these men forcing themselves into her
then there was Chloe
her brother ******* her and her mom in a closet
Chloe thought of not being able to get high
that thought made her want to *****
he had found her bubbler
we stood around a fire
and burned the papers that held our worst memories
Jane doesn't throw her paper in
so I give her hand a squeeze
sometimes we think we deserve all the worst moments
but fourteen year old Jane did not
fifteen year old xollie did not

daniel pederson has trapped brian allan all his life


you since the day when daniel pederson ******* cameron goon to the

school bubbler, he thought, it’ll be cool to die and trap brian allan and

everyone that knows him, to stop this little kidnapping yourself battle

and daniel’s spirit tied brian up to his bed, but then he met brendan and

was a great friend to patrick, and daniel’s spirit wasn’t strong for patrick

but he tied brian and brendan up, and forcing that little jingle, kidnap briaqn and kidnap

brendan, keep brian and brendan in their cages and also kidnapped brian from the

allan clan, when he made brian nick $50 from a drunk, not giving a **** about

the welfare of the drunk, and daniel pederson has forced phedaphiles to ******

kids, even forcing robert hughes to sexually ****** the girls on hey dad, and

made brian feel good about teasing cameron with his dripping water all over cameron goon

and got in the mind of osama bin laden and the bali bombers, saying, destroy that *****, brian allan’s world

to the ground, daniel pederson destroyed people’s lives when he got in the mind of the american ******

and forced brian to yell out to the ****** to get his mate patrick, but nobody listened, and also

forced the kidnapper to grab daniel morecombe as well as holly wells and jessica chapman, and

daniel wanted to get a bit closer to brian’s home, forcing anthony and barry to **** themselves and

forcing mark jones to die as well, and while this was happening, brian started working at LEAD and

daniel was forcing brian to tie himself up, so cameron goon can enjoy life, because he deserves beer

and don’t tell me that daniel pederson got rid of carla and scott mcdonald and paul berenyi, keeping

them all safely with him, and might i add, jack vidgeon was given a death threat and my eldest niece

had a nightmare, which i can guarantee she had her heart pulled out, well, daniel pederson has destroyed

brian’s life, making it harder to work in helping people jobs, with one day brian feared he will be kidnapped

by the young poor people, and this was driving brian allan completely crazy, ya know brian developed schizophrenia,

and daniel pederson who was steven bradley in his last life really enjoyed himself, torturing brian allan, who was greame thorne

and now, brian is battling in this world, feeling he isn’t wanted by anyone, and as he sits there in his house, brian yells out

LEAVE ME ALONE DANIEL PEDERSON, i don’t deserve any of this crap, you see brian will work, but as he gets sick

and taken to the psych ward, he forgets about all the help he does, and now daniel pederson has brian trapped in the cage

of life, and daniel is still trying to beat brian allan at everything, by making him feel like he is too stupid for anything

and now, daniel pederson has trapped william tyrell, because brian likes kids and got in brian’s mind to think

that he is like this ICE sufferer who killed phil walsh,, and brian said, if you ask me, daniel pederson is asking for trouble

in everything he does, what we must do is force ourselves away from the daniel/stephen virus and not **** ourselves, ok

not force ourselves to be trapped, but daniel pederson is so devious and cunning, he won’t lose.

it's three in the morning,
we don't call it that
we call it,
"not being lonely."
we have this funny
little way of
calling things a prettier name to make them seem better

just so you know.
I had to walk home alone
last night, drunk off of some dumb *** and coke and high
from hitting this Girl's bubbler and blowing the smoke through her window.

My body tensed up as I happened upon it.
They call it the **** tunnel
so it already absolutely did not
have a pretty name.
The bird flying around in my chest probably would have been
just as manic
if it was just the **** tunnel I was passing through
and not
where the fight took place.

I took that pride back.
I went and yanked it out of the ground it was rotting in, when I walked through and allowed myself to feel sad.
Now, it's not some tunnel where **** is implied because of its countenance.
It's not even a place where we once fought, anymore.
no
I've scared that all away
and now all I have is the memory of you sitting there on the
con
crete
ground.