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 Apr 16 Suzain T
kevin
my wicked game
won't stay
hurt
longing for where
we used to
miss being alone
gliding in glue

this word is only gonna make it part
can you write
them, instead of speaking desire
leaving the ends of sidewalks to me

learning alone to be, responsible
for love
our free years got torn apart, with you

we are writing referendums
In the Indiana Jones movies
Spielberg uses a device
Where the heroes
Get pushed toward
Or away from danger by a crowd
Layers of meaning
Is his vice.
 Apr 16 Suzain T
Izan Almira
We should write
all our secrets
on a sign
and hang it
on our neck.

“I’ve been suicidal since I was eleven,
my friend died when we were kids
and I'm still not over it,
I was abused of at seven,
my then best friend bullied me
for over a year,
I can’t trust myself,
I sometimes wake up and can’t get out of bed,
I played hide and seek with happiness and never found it,
I hate myself.”


Maybe that way—
when exposed, naked, open for everyone to see—
we’d love each other.

Because we humanize
fictional characters
when knowing
all their secrets
and forget
that secrets
exist
because
you can’t see them.
idk what to think about the middle part, is it good like this or would be better without it?
He had wings that
gave him flight.
The sun was
beautiful and bright.
It melted into the ocean.

But there is danger in
flying too low as well,
just ask the mermaids in
the depths of hell.
The seawater screws
up the lift.

Fly to safety and
peace,
not the
fantastical or
far-fetched.
You don't need to
have it all.
Beware of

too

much



ambition.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8k5NY8ZMx3I

Check out my YouTube channel where I read from my recently published books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madouse Poems, both available on Amazon.

www.thomaswcase.com
***** and broken
dreams fall like
slanted rain in
a hurricane.
Mud-faced youth
plummet to the
ground.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8k5NY8ZMx3I
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read from my recently published books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse.  Both are available on Amazon.com

www.thomaswcase.com

I would love to hear your comments on the YouTube channel.

Also, there is a Facebook page for HP poets.
Don't love me
~
I'm powerless
&
frail like a bound ower
Paralyzed & chased
Plucked like an innocent flower
For thy vanity & egoism
For thy agility & False altruism
a sip of lies
Like a sip of whiskey
Both bitter & sour
Float from lips that once bloomed with power.

Don't love me

Powerless --
Look at the pond
You & I
Paddling together
Beneath the sky.
Within the ripples ~~
With a watery sigh
Let go of the burden
Let it lie.
~
I could resist
I could!
Oh surely
I swear I could.

I need no anesthesia
No Anesthesia or numbness
Darling~
Please

Come over me
  My Dr. Sweet Anggie please
    I implore you!
Take your razor-edged scalpel
   Only you!
Make a safe incision.

With your soft warm hand
   Wrench my heart away from me!
 Detach my pumper & leave me whole.
    Undo my pumper with my brain
  So I may cease this non-physical war!

 Let the blood flow torrentially & free,
   Like lunatic waters in breaking dams &
 rivers.
I care not!
  I want it nevermore.

Take it it’s yours!

I want it nevermore
  Take it it’s yours
.

~~
For Humans

What is most perilous
& chaotic?
Is it the ghosts? The viruses?

No
It is the self.
The Self.
The Brain.
A hidden sage
a wrecking ball
a firestorm in silence.
No alien force
could match
the tiny brain
the mighty peril of the human.
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