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Wednesday Mar 2014
I’m sorry you were the result of seduction
I’m really very good at it and I used you
7 years my senior and supremely illegal
you were hesitant to kiss me

Because you've been to jail enough
and didn't want to see a cell again

but I still unbuttoned your shirt
and traced the tattoos on your chest and all the way down your arm
spilling out onto your hand

and I still love the way it felt to sleep naked in your bed
and have your window half open and hear the rain pouring down
as you packed yet another **** hit at 2 am

and we always started movies we never got more than
30 minutes into
because of the way my fingers tested your willpower

and one night we were watching pulp fiction
and I still cant remember a solitary scene
and im sorry

and one night I came over
and you handed me a Marlboro Red and a cold 40
and asked me what my drug of choice was

and we taked about how the
acid in your spine is resting for the next 7 years

and your pupils were dilated so much so I could not see your pretty irises
and I guess what I’m saying is

I love your 24 year old self
and how you made me pizza
and let me wear your favorite shirt (and that’s it) around your house

and im sorry I always left you in bed
when you tried to pull me closer into you
I should have just stayed

and you would always say
“my pillow smells like you, come back. I miss you”

and I stopped dropping by your house in January
and I stopped talking to you

but sometimes at night I dream of the ink on your skin
and how you got hit by a bus
and how you called yourself the antichrist
and how the last four digits of your cellphone number are 7666

and how we ****** so hard I would pull the sheets off of your bed
and how you always kissed me in the small of my back
and the curve of my shoulders and

imsorryimsorryiloveyou
December 2013  
(I wrote another poem about him, it is titled "******" if you'd like to read it)
Joseph Childress Oct 2010
A quote for Ms. Interpretation –
“If you move too early, it’ll be too late.”

Apparently a contradiction, but if you look much closer,
Up there and see the point is hidden, and not in your face.
You’ll see it’s supposed to be a paradox,
The message you’ve misplaced,
But supposedly there is not,
You say the quote’s a mistake.
The quote is often just mis-taked,
If you want to know what I would see,
If I focused on the picture violently,
Yours and mine would be, similar, our misinterpretation.
But if I were to take my time I’d see, its only irony,
In the message delivered to Ms. Interpretation.
What appears contrary to the diction
Is with what happens
And what’s expected,
And by challenging the message
Is the only way it gets respected.

For example:

Let’s say, you’re quick to groom the man,
Who you think will be the groom,
But you moved to soon,
Now he’s scared to jump the broom.
And by the time you know this,
That your love was just novice,
Will be the time that you noticed
That the quote was not a fake.
And the wedding never happens
And it’s way too late
To go back before it happened.
So take your time and read the message
And the sense it makes

"If you move too early, it'll be too late.”
J Fletcher Jan 2021
its taked much
enrgy write just line
tired this fkd world
hands hrut
chest tight
Adriaan Dec 2018
His eyes opened up when he saw those words
Knowledge is a weapon,
So deadly it has taked the place of the swords
Listen to these WORDS,
They are all about deception and control
Black suited men and their magick
The way they talk is a big old trick
To rob steal and when a brilliant mind try to fix this
Three bullets in his chest no witness
Thats how they take care of they're business
I know that this is a sad story
But one must know his ennemy
If he hopes to one day
Defeat his foes and be the first of many
To set his great mind free
Picture words of swords slash all chords boards
All haters nailed to my perfection check selection
Serial killer hawking thriller give the coldest chiller
Minus the blood chills see how my hand peels
Back the layers of time see me on grave signs
Sky high visualize the why this fool won't die
Living my life in all caps taking on the evil wraps
Heads evolved around the globe hidden abode
Middle of nowhere roads intrude see guns explode
Nat Turner set the art of war up as a learner burners
All chaos to ashes never passes
on the hashes
Stashes of loot hidden the chicken coupe but
Can't find thee hidden gold leprechaun treasure
Giving raw mental pleasures drastic measures
Taked in I see ya shaking and I ain't even baking
Ya yet ultimate government threat plot thy will
Scared of us veterans will **** 2 right skills
Pushed forth I'm watching the leaning forts
Capitol one punish the living dead corporations
In capital punctuation while y'all still waiting  
For the globals cashing I'll still be clashing bashing
All my politicians still got hopes in economy wishing
Tombstone rising like Earl Wyatt fools get really quiet
Silence the riots we got it locked like Alcatraz jazz
Plays beautiful tunes to dooms feel the blooms
Wars being done in jack boots and smiley faces
No longer uniforms y'all must stuck uninformed
Alarmed by the medias belling charm harm
Hurricane Carter nature much smarter quarters
Being thrown over dollars pitbull scholar pillars
Catching the edge of deaths scrillas angel killers
Roaming the earth since my birth knew my worth
They came me and offered me a wilfull divinity
For the sacrifice of humanity I took a deep see
Dived into the ocean of my mind plays of rewind timelines
****** rapes that date to the unscripted history tapes
Can't shake the scrutiny images causing blemishes
I can't finish this forever forged eternal war
Scars of the poor see the rich scrapin' green floors
Out doors swings galore pictures of more and more
No limits tryna own the place with no prices for
Us they say they love us but be the first to bust
Rights really a privilege under United States trust
Break out the rust and let the truth resurface us lust
Over money bringing a downfall ***** Gomorrah
Rip pages off the black Torah black fire consumes
Souls glow eternal watch the star gate open fate
Smoke and mirrors candy man hooks terrorize hate
live in a place of buttercups

line the road, yellow the edges.



it was a holiday sunday.



we talked about fridge magnets 

which came first and no use if integration applies.



we taked about the lad, a lace maker who maybe is

about 70 now.



and thought is pleasant that some are self sufficient outside

and in

and don't get bored.



i sold gender based belts across the board

and said that all folk should wear bows on the socks

for happiness.



it is a troubled world, look good in it and mind the spelling.



bank holiday monday, we stay indoors here.

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