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through a windshield (11-25-2023)

together

thru all the glue

filn history's glossy cracks

and all the pines

from wane to wax

we were(are, perhaps)

moonrise bent

lain with backs

pressed on tarmac

slid red, long

longer than we thought possible.

dream-licked heads

shattered and spread :

painted lines on painted lines

on

painted lines

down along this serpentine road.

without a motion ...

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thisisbadwritingiwanttobereal

Nancy Theater


No need to go to Theater 
Today is the end of the show 
I wrote you final letter 
Actor decided to go 
 

No need to read my poem 
Nothing else in the mail 
To save you of bad clime 
My heart, began to fail 

I hope you get my point 
I wish you can get me 
I'm sure the Nancy Theater 
Closed. Do you agree? 

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Isabella

Either to swear, or not
The lies are a bad spot 
Thanks, but thanks a lot 
For your unfaithful effort 

Isabella, remember, again 
That love has fall in a drain 
Not only nothing to gain 
But also broke the brain 

You believe all what you say 
As a role of a daily play 
Surely, will see some day 
How much of love you deny 

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swearliesbadspot  ThanksunfaithfuleffortIsabellarememberlovefalldrainnothinggainbrokebrainbelievewhatsayroledailyplaySurelyseedaydeny 

Save me from myself.

Staring up at his ceiling fan, thinking about this disgrace
Looking in his closet door mirror, with this horrid weed that was laced. 
Sending me into a trance of pure disgust
I have to stop this now, it’s most certainly a must. 
I walked out the door 
With no kiss goodbye 
He turned around so fast 
Like the quickest speed of light. 


My heart pounding as we speak 
I’ve gotten to a Cert...

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Sexself worthbadone night standcrapeating disorderlightkiss goodbyebyelove poetry

Deed done

The deed is done and guilt and fear come with it,​​​

what am i hoping the effect will be?

I'm not sure to be completely honest..

it's a slight tad of happiness i get from it 

but now  i'm bitter and sad 

Always something makes me immediately regret my actions

perhaps their is something i can prescribe myself to stop

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nonsensestrangebaddeednaughty

Spiteful out of envy

I am going to do something completely out of spite

i know it's bad it makes me sad it's definetley not right

It's something inside me that takes over when i'm jealous

this certian urge causes me to become rebellious

I will regret this in the future and i will be sorry

as for now i'l do it proud and not have to worry

I apologise in advanced for this 

You'll find out some day 

...

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jealousyenvyangerhatenastyevilbadguiltysadhurting

Housewives, Magic Circles, and Poetic Gimmicks.

Quirky, by all means

is such

a fucking awful word

that was most likely 

made by

Housewife Culture.

Something to describe those that fell outside

of the 

circle of Baseball Caps and Poodle Skirts

while still finding themselves

safe in their presence.

But now

It has been adopted

by underage

underdeveloped

parents.

Parents who use it to describe

thin...

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QuirkyMeMyselfKidBadBad poetryConnor Lannes

Boy

Temporary wounds did form,

Above the ones I had ignored.

And the thoughts you had bestowed in me,

Are nothing but a memory.

 

Where you were weak, he is so fierce,

And where you lack, he comes in first.

The boy I thought I craved before,

Is nothing but a closing door.

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