At the door, random severance:
Like a telemarketer on steroids,
This quasi-divine contrivance
Not any substance or fleeing could quell:
Here we dance, zomboid grievance,
Mere mortals could not work around.

I shall make a list  .  .  .
Of those who are awesome here,
  .  .  .  Ego told me too!

I’d like to take a walk and keep walking
Jump off the grid
To the land of ever fugue
Pay a guy
To fake my own death
Get lost in the
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Take some time to
UN get to know myself
Dissipate within the space time continuum

I look to the sky's
for a brook by the river

With tangerine figures
And marshmallow sky

With a monkey on horseback
And a tree upside down

No one here knows me
I have roots that frown

With little green people
Holding there figures

As people call them
One of a kind

With a pool of chocolate
With people drinking it with straws

With a light on a mountain
Shining from a bright gold lantern

Everyone reaching for
Nothing at all

As I look in the mirror
To see an elation

My minds playing tricks
With kids in the sky

Everyone tells me
That there's a song on the hill top
Singing somethings out there

Wait I need Tom Leary's
Help once more

Only until dawn
Will I consider purpose
But I shall find it
Only by day
To become effort
Then I will rest
Only until dawn
To reflect upon progress
Then I shall embark
Only by day
To awaken forgiveness
Then I will measure
Only until dawn
The distance traveled
To turn the arc of recourse
Only by day
Where the sun reveals
What will burn deeply
Only until dawn
For which I shall suffer
To begin again
Only by day
To pray once more
For my strength
Only until dawn

i hated you for loving me because it only reminded me of how many people i've been destroyed by

I can't breathe anymore
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what is going on with me but my mind is not my own
I'm panicking again
oh no, here comes the panicking again.
I still can't breathe and my thoughts are not my own.
my doctor put me on celexa...I hate it.
I can't think.
I can't breathe.
Please let me go.
my doctor thinks I'm fine.
she smiles too much.
but I really can't ******* breathe.

winter lips
press into her memory
bones aching with the fever of remembrance
quiet words raise half lipped appeasement
mostly scarring scars scar her mind but occasionally words stir up like rosebuds of alphabet soup
spelling out novels of repeated notes
picture picture picture
click click click
half lipped winds
greased strands flap loose flap in the loose whipped winds
white comforter white blanket white snow white southern comfort white south
corporate and government city lights counting monies
greased oil slicked back hair scalps scalped dentists appropriating native american hunting tools
scalped girl appropriating brown skin
winter lips kiss kiss kiss
from root to tip toe down the hallway to scar thighs
thigh highs soft like southern comfort white south and the blood is red
but red blood cells are combatants of white blood cells like
winter lips are combatants of
her thoughts

Sad fame seeker blows,
Bellows to himself on fire,
  .  .  .  No bright sparks, just wind.