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 Feb 20 Selwyn A
David J
The cold needle pressed into my arm
Pushing song after song until I feel warm.
Laying there in my own personal comatose
Only feeling beat after beat as I overdose

Drowned out in my world of song
Fade deeper and deeper like nothings wrong
Between the headphones only I exist
Music my life support, my IV in my wrist
Another late night regretting life choices
Escaping the world and my late invoices
Music my drug and dearest friend
Carry me through the night that never ends
 Feb 20 Selwyn A
David J
Another glass poured
He knows my favorite drink
Tepidly . . . I take it
“It’s on the house…”
 Feb 20 Selwyn A
Sophia
god?
 Feb 20 Selwyn A
Sophia
i prayed every night:
when morning comes
don’t wake me up.

& i woke up
every morning.

i don’t know
what to believe in anymore.
 Feb 17 Selwyn A
lizie
grief was sharp when i lost her,
a knife that cut clean.
it hurt, but at least i knew why.
now the sadness has no name,
just a weight i can’t put down,
a dull ache that never leaves,
a quiet kind of drowning.
i don’t know what’s worse,
the pain that made me cry
or the emptiness that won’t let me feel.
They closed their thoughts.
Genuineness is unwelcome in this world.
Their purpose and cause remain hidden.
Smiling ironically with their sharp hearts,
they tied disappearing ethics with golden threads.

Now they invite you to the feast.
The milky blood of a thousand voices is served,
at the table's abundance of emptiness.

Who are they? Survivors,
shaped by silent consent,
walk through the vast field of lost values,
tainted with soulless conformism.
They are afraid, so afraid of their dark shadows…
musing on memory and all that
re its capabilities, its utilities
and wondrous
abilities, to cover, recover, and
surprise surprise uncover the known
and unknown, what was, what is and
what there is to dis-cover, for memory
is a tricky ole *******, you recall what you never knew at all, forget the address where you lived twenty years ago, and don’t get me
started re telephone numbers
of
old lovers, who get got gone good away
and the combination of a subset of their
digits is likely to be on a discarded lottery
stub, that stubs your shoe too

cannot remember all the women I’ve ever kissed, but I remember the kiss, and that’s
a fair trade off

pretty bad at remembering, birthdays, anniversaries, but that’s because my electronics believe me of this obligation;
Not the obligation to buy a present,
On time, but the kindness keenness of
doing the action, is you an in Nate satisfaction, One gets, when crossing off a line item on your to do list

Sometimes the choices between remembering,
and being dismembering, when is definitely preferable to the other, and though you are not present, I hear your moaning softly
I know I know!

So take a moment to make sure all those critical dates to others, are in your calendar, electronic, and I recommend minimum one week ahead alerts; and one day before as a fail, safe

Do it now or fail to be safe
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