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Insaitable need to acheive
drives me to be
hardworking,
accomplished,
unstoppable
Until I stop myself.
When overwhelming the
Baking, broiling, blindingly bright, blistering sun,The kabob that is my body searing, skeweredOver scorching, sweltering, sizzling sand.Deceptively blue skies devoid of any deliverance,
Words wander around wildly.
Worldwide the words fly.
The words wander wonderlessly.
Wonderfully waiting until
I had a dog Rover;He wouldn't roll overI tried over and over;But He wouldn’t roll over.Roll over Rover !
Suggestive of a Song
What one has loved with youthful infatuation,
what one has admired with childlike captivation;
You need your sleep
Night is better than day
Close your eyes
Staple them shut if you must
And sleep for me
Breathe for me
Silence.
For years, only silence.
And fear… no song.
Never testing the limits,
Never pushing the envelope,
Never hearing the song.
I feel drops of water on my thigh
Is it raining? No
I could hear it hitting down hard
Sobbing, heaving, choking
Is it raining? No
The sounds are coming from me
Balled up on my bed
Tied To Tough Trees The
Bouncing Baby Bumblebees
Took Turns Turning Teas
Tiny Tots Tip Top
Blowing Bubbles Bouncing Bop
Tiny Tots Top Tip
I
Daddy wraps his arm round Mommy's waist.
Mommy holds my hand. She knows her love's not a waste.
Brother grips my small fingers with love and face aglow.
Sister clings to Daddy's leg threat'ning to ne'er let go.
So son we see sleeping seating sleazy seasoning
Please seek some seeds to sort some singing
Soldiers solder souls and sultans sojourn skulls
Stalls in looms shook shrooms and swords in succession swinging
Love is a four-letter word
Accompanied by a hashtag before it
And an idyllic image of feet and hands and sun and sand shortly after
Love is a catchy little tune
You didn't look back
As you sped away, my heart turned black
Heavy and hollow, it sensed the coming pain
My sun became rain
Love down the drain
You didn't look back
I love too much
I was the final descendant, the last of my kind.
Our bones were built of bread, our enemies in tiny
Bits in our bellies, their taste bitter.
Blindfolded, we enter the world.
Eighteen years with only the wisdom of our parents
On our back,
Lacking that which education had promised.
Has promised.
On our future coffee tables lie
Wuthering, withering, whiteness,
Watching wanderers wonder,
Wishing whispers will
Welcome winter with
Warning wild
Wanting worlds won’t
"Never again"
History's a cruel mystery
But how clever a pen
Cinema's sentiment's more cinnamon-sweet
We're amateur janitors just been sent in to sweep
Epilogue for a demagogue when we set him asleep
Sometimes you look at me
as though i’ve never kissed a girl before.
I cannot tell if it is pity or love
which causes you to fret over my virgin lips.
I am a tsunami.
The water waxes and wanes at my will,
Captivating and crucifying the shoreline.
You are a wildfire.
Endowed with incalculable miles,
Extinguished by the hands of others.
Barbara Bea borrowed a ball
The burgundy ball bounced
Bounced to a boy
Named Barry Burke
I wish I were among the stars
There is better than where we are
I'd shine above the world below
And sparkle when I wanted so
Down here on solid ground there's hate
Life comes with all this stress and weight
Black sand, burning my feet
On this island of pestilence I stand
Each step, a searing heat
But only my heart will it brand.
Around me, I am surrounded by dead foliate
A Business Calamity
By: Jake P
Attractive to All
Apparently Altering Animals Artificially
At this Aside
Best of the “Bad”
Bettering Beasts By Battery
Believing it Brave
Pretty Little Lady,
with your roses and your scars,
Pretty Little Lady,
with your eyes as bright as stars,
Pretty Little Lady,
with your bruises and your laugh,
Pretty Little Lady,
Me without a filter
is a home without the realtor
I'm independent
I'm meant to be more than
what society's telling me
selling me without the sticker
that says I'm old, off the kilter
It's that trap muzak
misspelled rap muzak
or crap muzak
either way it's that muzak
I miss the days when Raven Symone was black muzak
hope Musiq Soulchild comes back
but not back muzak
Glossy green marbleClicks beneath heels of black bootsThe sun glints through stained glassGlowing colorsGlass storiesPainted picturesEmerald light shines brightly upon my face
Indeed imagination is inundated inside interminable ideas,
Pouring purposes, poetry-pondering pages pertaining panegyric phrases,
Entrapped, effortlessly entombed - ears eternally earning effrontery.
Is it easy to boggle the baffled brain? Shall we begin to believe that to baffle the boggled brain goes beyond the boundary of basic beliefs?
Impotent Impressionism,
Simply symbolism;
Raucous Romantics,
Nationally narcissistic:
Mystical Music.
CallConfused consciousClear connectionConverse calmlyCompliment commonalitiesCleanlyComposure crumblesColors corrodeCalamities collideCavedClickCry
Can candy, cars, chemicals, catapults, carts, coats, and calcium correctly corrode?
Or will wacky workers waste willingness to warp walls of waste without winning? Word-load!
A vacant vessel, void of hope or faithA sundered soul, despairing, dying, lostSo it remains, a restless, roving wraithUntil it can collect for Charon's cost.
You are just a fleck of foam
floating on a frothing sea of father’s fickle fury.
Your feet are flayed to fresh flesh and
you have long since fallen to the final floor.
The fleeting fire of your failing eyes flashes
You need bandaging
You want to be bent into four and bundled into quilted blankets
To be with yourself and build up a burning heat
To sweat out the beast’s waste
Dead! My love is dead!
Taken from me prematurely
By silver wrought through his heart, Murdered
By a man no more virtuous than himself
Immortal heart impaled
My sisters slayed, bodies flayed
Three Fates fathomed a fellow to figure
Facsinating that which is feral and foul
To be fervid and satisfying;
A furious felicity.
Three moaning eyes, muttering movements of demise,
The wind whips within
The windows, whining
To be free, falling, frozen
In time forever,
But it bows out because
Its blood is too thin
Or maybe much too thick
For this warm morning
Devising, Drawing, Drafting
Daring to Dream,
Dictating new Designs that haven't been seen.
Evolving Examples,
Efficiently Engineering Excitement,
Establishing and Exanding the world.
Slippery SAl slipped slowly sideways in his slippers as see's seagulls sipping soda through straws.
