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"xylographed" poems
Abandon your thoughts to keep your mind blank; bare like the walls of a dental office; clear like a polished mirror. Don’t let anything back in, even the thought of your aging mom - forget her impending mortality. Grasp you love for him because Hurt can come from even the lightest places. Ignore the world’s problems, just focus on “empty”. Keep your mind like space, let there be nothing, not even air. Make your plan now, neglect anything other than this plan. Oblivion will welcome you now, Pure Spirit. Put this plan into action quickly, before the feelings return to **** you over. Spotless. Trigger step one and fill your pistol: unload it into your brain. ****** mind now dead, white unconsciousness harbors. Xylographed onto the coffin: “Young but no longer sad”. Zen at long last.
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
Innocent
All the flowers in his pocket and Bruises covering his knees Couldn’t hide the satisfaction Decorating his chubby little face. Every surface inch on his Favorite pair of jeans was unprotected from Grass stains and dirt cakes. Oh, How our father would tear Into him later. It was worth it when the Junior high school quarterback Kindly accepted his confession instead of Laughing like the adults surrounding the pair. Mom thought it was cute how the little oblivious Nine-year-old boy had gotten down on One knee, arms outstretched, as if he were Proposing to his babysitter. They joke when it’s a child, but Quickly shun their once loved ones by forcing them to Run away from home. It wasn’t funny when our Sister vanished from existence after coming out To our religious family. They don’t laugh at Us when we mutter her name. That girl, Valerie, left all but one shred of existential evidence When leaving us for good. Hidden amongst the trees are Xylographed initials made by lovers over Yonder in the suburb parks where the human Zoo couldn’t keep them under watchful eyes.
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Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 1:09 AM UTC
Why Must We Laugh When They Laugh (An A to Z poem)
Xylographed initials made by lovers over Yonder in the suburb parks where the human Zoo keeps them under watchful eyes.
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Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC
Scratched Out