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Leann Cheung Apr 2012
"There's no more time left, for you and I.

It's time to say our final goodbye.

To a love that was once so fly.

Covered by your clever lies.

You have been my only ally;

Always on my heart’s standby.

Who knew it would cause us to cry.

I can't imagine myself without you, will I yearn to die?

Please don't ask me why.

It's probably because your record is so **** high.

So high, I just want to give you a black eye.

Maybe then you can see that you’re living like a pigsty.

With all your past lovers knocking on your door, so you can continue to whisper your lies.

But the thing is I feel like I need you more than pizza needs fungi.

I want to hear you voice every time you sing that lullaby.

Maybe this is all a nightmare, how I wish I can deny,

But it is all reality and reality says I need you like a flower needs a butterfly.

My eyes refuse to open, to see the truth. Someone please tell me it’s only pinkeye.

What am I to do? Without you I’m as lonely as a slice of fish fry pie.

Everything would be easier if I could find my simple love ending nearby.

You had me around you like a necktie.

Thinking I was your only one in this world of outcry.

How I wish your playmates would go away, so we can be sworn together, sometime next decade’s July.

I know, I’ll just wait until my memories of you die,

Because I simply realized, you’re just another typical guy.

Not worth any of my SIGHS.”

-LC
July 24th, 2009
Edmond Rohrer Jan 2014
god stores sunshine
in blue skies
even the sun gets
pinkeye

and the sea
she yawns
we call it
the seabreeze
that leaves know
the trees breathe

there's more to you -
but what I see
evaporates
Oracle of delphi
for meager tithe
as per usual end
of year shibboleth,
and thus this hoop
fully ville explain,
the substance and pith
viz, where new

years eve hullabaloo,
without relevance comprising search
(boot not captcha) of myth
huckle Harris beast
purported relation of kin and kith,
rumored to inhabit
vicinity of Vermouth Avenue and fifth.

Hence, the follow
wing conjecture made
without axe sing myself why,
nonetheless alluding to some
anonymous kvetcher in the vye

maybe even reef fur
ring to yours
truly, or hypothetical stranger upbye
the outer limits of twilight zone,
unseen, whose extrasensory

divinity cain espy
telescopic ability insightful
able to see tie
knee imperceptible electronic bi
nary nano piercing

bits racing like a fly
ling infinitesimal Karamazov
brother, thru invisible
ethereal mist keen as a tigereye
that seemingly never blinks

despite vision hampered by
hordeolum, more commonly
known as stye
inducing inflammation i.e.
red tender bump

at the edge of well nigh
browbeaten eyelid, hence redeye,
perhaps dissimilar, yet
equally painful as pinkeye,

which conjunctivitis
preferable well nigh,
then slogging thru gobbledygook
thankfully, this harmless wordsmith
bids thee goodbye.

— The End —