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Jolene Perron Jul 2010
Like Romeo and Juliet,
minus to suicide.
But we won't sneak around,
'cause we got nothin to hide.

Go ahead,
and take him away.
But where there's a will,
there's always a way.

I won't simmer down,
I won't stay calm.
Give me a reason,
I shouldn't drop an F bomb.

I've lost my friend,
of 10 long years.
Losing my mim,
fighting back tears.

Now you're taking,
my best friend too?
How would you feel,
if this was you.

Fighting for the right,
boy and girl friends.
Don't wanna give up,
there's never an end.

Standing up for what's real,
losing everything that matters.
Can't stop crying,
over my heart which is tattered.

Do you see what you do?
see what you've done.
In taking my best friend,
punishing for fun.

This is not alright,
never okay.
Not tomorrow,
not even today.

But go ahead,
and have you fun.
But it's not okay,
not even close ***.

I'll fight till the end,
who knows the outcome?
But I won't let this slip,
not after all we've done.

The late night calls,
crying on the phone.
Sitting on my bench,
never on my own.

He comforted me,
I was there for him.
But you think you can come,
you think you can win.

I won't give in,
won't let way.
Not tomorrow,
not even today.

This isn't fair,
this is life at it's worst.
I feel it's my fault,
this stupid angry curse.

Just when I get comfortable,
and I let down my guard.
Something comes along,
smooshing all my rewards.

I lose everything,
everything that's close.
I can't lose another,
not even a little ghost.

Now I softly cry,
and you will softly weep.
With nothing to hide,
no secrets to keep...
ArianaRusso May 2014
The sounds of the city

she was so young
only sixteen
walking in solitude til hell freezes over
Always, always a cigarette hanging out out of her mouth
sweet smoke just a poke

Promenading me and my shadow
Offbeat gazes
brusque antiphon

vague tracks of paces left from penitence foot prints

She wants to stupefy
she wants to feel without a hitch Numb

Emerging out of the pavements of south philadelphia a metacarpus grasps onto her oxford
Dragging her to the subways of the city

Underfoot, underground

Who’s the conductor?
Who’s driving the train of anarchy

At a screaming halt, the train stopped
the metacarpus flings her off
fall

she scrapes her knee to see she’s remaining at the same locus
Unaltered

Where’d  she go, she dont’ know
Arise!
She continued to linger through the streets

Julliet wanted romeo but romeo wanted another
Lifes a toy
she desired just a boy, maybe then life would be a joy

tooth for a tooth
bleed for me
a desire to conspire, a must for a bit of lust

— The End —