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Isaac Spencer Aug 2019
How do I buy a ring-
Silver, or gold?
Is platinum a thing?
Should price be paid attention to?
It's so complicated!

Apparently diamonds have rules,
What does it even matter!
It's carbon, from the ground,
Bananas are carbon!
Maybe I could get her a banana ring...

And who even made the tradition!
Does love need a price tag?
Maybe, or maybe not.
I'll still buy her a ring,
But I think cheesecake is better.
Isaac Spencer Aug 2019
Efficiency, it's called-
Three rooms we'll share,
Mudroom, bathroom,
Bedroom: our lair.

She picked it,
And I was content,
I still am!
To her, I knew what it meant.

An evolution,
A third phase-
A step past dating-
A coming of age.

We've been together-
For over a year now,
And the rest of our lives;
Are already here, now.
Isaac Spencer Jul 2019
I've been waiting for Death to come knocking-
On my front door, oh I've seen him stalking,
The lock is dusty, the screen door is creaking,
I think I hear him speaking,

And he says-

I've been patient; I'm Death, walking-
Down every side street, I hear people talking,
God, money, drugs while their life blood is leaking,
Nothing on Earth can stop me from seeking.

I hear Death, he's outside talking-
I walk out, the porch swing is rocking,
The chains are rusty and his voice is thinning,
I'm weak, he's at the beginning,

And we say-

I've been waiting for Death to come knocking-
On my front door, oh I've seen him stalking,
The lock is dusty, the screen door is creaking,
I think I hear him speaking.
Isaac Spencer Jun 2019
I took a handful of pills,
So I don't have to feel,
Chased 'em with straight Gin,
Where do I end or begin?

It's killing me or the memories,
They're lined up like enemies,
This Mary Jane by my side,
The only place I can hide,

I've been high for two weeks,
I haven't yet hit my peak-
And all the dealers are dry,
A ten strip of acid to fly,

She told me to leave her alone-
So I done sold my phone,
And now I'm doing these lines,
While my heart is doing time.
Isaac Spencer May 2019
I wrote for 10 minutes,
A lifetime of carefully chosen words,
But the app crashed and closed and burned,
And my finished poem disappeared.
Isaac Spencer May 2019
Sold my soul for a laugh and a date,
It's all okay, it's just my fate.

I'm gunna burn at the end of the day,
So if I'm going to the fire, I might as well play.
Isaac Spencer Apr 2019
Cut
****** wrists-
Are better than ***,
At least then-
I feel something.
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