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who doesn’t like eating out
it beats cooking
and there’s no washing up
cigarette burns in my favorite sweater
nasty old cough that won’t get better
as above so below
the smoke billows from out my coat
the walls yellow to match my teeth
skin that cracks like burning leaves
posture like a winding tree
freezing hands and weathered feet
addled stance and hobbled knees
the hazy memory of me
is all that’s left to wander and see
all that’s left to remember me
You are beautiful;
Your T-shirt says "religion":
Everything makes sense.
 May 24 alex
Rose
I Will Wait
 May 24 alex
Rose
if roots can wait,
beneath the earth,
for a rain they cannot live without.

and if the stars wait,
lingering in dusk,
just to see the moon once more.

then i,
full of burning ache,
can wait too.

I will wait for you.
I'd wait for him in every lifetime
 May 24 alex
Twisted Poet
I used to think blue eyes were pretty,
his were not.
his were not cornflower, sapphire, baby, indigo, azure,
or cloudy sky blue.
His were midnight where the light pollution from the city blocks the stars.
Iceberg, squall, hypothermia, eventual death
 Dec 2024 alex
Yonah Jeong
the great snow
eats noises
and makes stillness.
 Dec 2024 alex
Todd Sommerville
Seven minutes in heaven
A game kids use to play
I got my turn one warm summer day
It was meant as a joke
Just kids being mean
Sweet Susie Cooper
When I was only thirteen
I felt sorry for her, locked in a closet with me
The geek, the dork, full of anxiety
Six long minutes together
Alone in the dark
Then from out of nowhere I felt a spark
Just before the door opened
Sweet Susie, She kissed me
And broke my heart
https://youtu.be/wikqtyeCLMs?feature=shared
this has been added to my you tube channel
copy and paste the link or search @tsummerspoetry on you tube.
Thanks.
 Dec 2024 alex
Corrinne Shadow
When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.

I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.

Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.

I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.
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