On PoetryPoetry held my hand all the way Through Middle School, When I dumped her on the ground To pick up lipstick and post-its and psych meds, And I spit on her, and threw her Metaphors and apostrophes and anarchies And all remembrancesOn Poetry
Away.
I had pages of words We wrote together, pictures of us Hand in hand from the top
Ceci N'est Pas Un PoemeThe chair wouldn’t Growl If you’d only look at her, Too busy bedding The curled-up purrs ofCeci N'est Pas Un Poeme
mothy
mattresses, all white winged sheets and child eyes while you
stare into your shapeshifter mirror. she’ll whisper breezes through your hair and glide her body into yours & transform until you’ll see only you’ll see only what you cannot recognize. &n
Even You, Mrs. Lovett, Even IThe flinting sad sunshine On mortar-stone mornings Shine into the coffin-shaped huts, As your Holocaust eyes gaze into The sheets, Those barbaric bloody bandages Seeping crimson into the white, like a Tudor Rose.Even You, Mrs. Lovett, Even I
Don’t touch your lips My icicle eyes, Your heart-stained sheets A
Obladioblada
Frustrated
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Give peace a chance
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Give peace a chance
:3
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Give peace a chance
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don't worry, don't be afraid ever, because this is just a ride.
mmmm....cake. lol XD
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Give peace a chance
I left the base yesterday 23.07-2008.
Im glad to say my military service is over, it has been quite a year.
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don't worry, don't be afraid ever, because this is just a ride.
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