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Shannon Feb 2015
Rotted soul of good intention,
mine is an apple core
on an old black road
in a holy heat.
Sinner, slow down!
Sinner stop your dancing
and start praying
for your people
-mmmyes-
that they start praying
for you
child.
'Cause it's gonna take a churchyard full
of bake sales,
mmmhmm
and it's gonna take a winter full of galoshes by the church door
whoowee,
it's gonna take a village to save you, child.
Heathen, pull your skirt down!
stop them hips swaying left, slooow,
swaying right, sloooow
as you walk down that dirt road kicking up dust
like you was a young colt running.
Oh it's gonna take a lot saving,
Yessum, it's gonna take a lake a dunking...
Oh but Lord! It's gonna take a lot of praying,
Hallelujah, gonna need a lot of rosaries
to save your eternal life, girl
I am as rotten as a pit of peach,
dried and without yield. no value, no good.
Child, it's gonna take a revival to save this soul.
Mama, start that revival and save your babies soul.


sahn
2/6/15
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Magdalynn OLeary Mar 2012
I want a get matching tattoos
with someone
even if 10 years from now
****, even if 5 years from now
I regret it

I want to propose one night
in the corner of a dimly lit bar
that smells of ***** and cheap
cologne with a twist tie

to see your glassy
eyes tear over
as you slur it,
yes

I want to dive  2 weeks in
headfirst, head over heels

neither of us mutting the obligitory
"let's take it slooow"

I'm so tired of that
**** I'm ready to fall

even if it means
cracking my skull
no diving

this is the shallow end
and I'm crawling towards
the deep

girl get on your knees
please crawl with me
Andrew Tinkham May 2015
No more broken hearts
No more 'magical' first dates
No more life draining emptiness over distance
No more stupid love poems
No more connections lost over 'saving yourself'
No more chances taken
Just sure things
Moments
Of pleasure
Bliss
Secrecy
Sorcery
Monopoly

Free love, man
You gotta do it, sister
We gonna make it or what?
Oh you wanna make it legal, do ya?
Well we can talk, baby.
Let's just take it slow.
Niiice, and slooow.
Taaake iiit aaas it cooomes, baaaby.

Oh, I love you.
Don't tell me to shut up, man.
We're talking, man.
But I waaanna call you man, man.
Fine, I won't call you man, man...
Yeah, you're my woman, man.
Oops, sorry, m-- I mean, lady.
Lovely lady of the forest kingdom, you are.
Lovely lady of the ocean floor.
I wanna kiss you, lady.
Yeah, we're gonna make it...

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