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 Mar 2016 Cecil Miller
Keah Jones
it's a production
a pirouette into ptsd
a bone biting oblivion
a comatose cry
a shattered glass masterpiece

it's a production
this living with monsters calling your name

it's a production
a sold out performance
of silent dancers longingly gliding across your brain
 Mar 2016 Cecil Miller
charlotte
Legend has it that if you press your ear to the side of a tree, you can hear the whispers of people that once loved you. I hope my voice resonates throughout your bones.
We were friends,
Since we were kids,
Everytime,
After playtime,
We would say a line,
She says,
"see u later alligator ",
And i would say,
" see u in a while crocodile ",
We grew up together,
Had memories,
That could last forever,
We finished each others sentance,
Our bond lengthend,
Our friendship was a powerful legend,
But one day,
We grew up,
And had to pursue our way,
We parted,
A friendship we started,
Just ended,
We parted in tears,
I was holding her close,
She didn't want to let go,
Finally for the last time we saw each others eyes,
And she said,
"see u later......... Alligator ",
And i said,
" see u in a while.......... Crocodile ",
This was our biggest fear,
To walk away,
With tears.
This is dedicated to my friends I have left,  not my friends,  my best friends,  my close friend!!  Also do comment,  I'm free for any remarks
 Mar 2016 Cecil Miller
PJ Poesy
Confusing it is
that taste between
passion fruit or **** ant

My mind is boggled
which way this is leaning

Your unsavory parts
are being completely outweighed
presently
by a tangy **** yet sweet delivery

It's just I always am bird-*******
but coming up with the wrong duck
not noticing I've brought home
the wooden decoy
until I'm already sopping wet
wearing stink of the marsh

Why am I wired this way?
Got to get out of this yard
but the lessons are hard learned

So I keep climbing the fence
and now it's you on the other side

Waggin' that **** tang!

Lordy, the chase is on.
If I told you that in the closet lived a whale
Would you say that was a lie or tale?

If you believed it
And afterwards
you feel naive then
It's a lie
because it was decieving

But if we both know it's not true
And I am amused
and so are you
Then we could call it a tale
And together fantasize
about the closet whale
Concept from the book"freak the mighty" by: Rodman Philbrick
(15,16) "I'm telling tales, my dear, not lies. Lies are mean things, and tales are meant to entertain."
Seeking solitude in crowded rooms,

Wanting company of one,

I'm happy trying to hide away,

Until the crowd has gone.
 Mar 2016 Cecil Miller
Babylyn
If we became friends
I'll help you hide the body
Then we'll have some beer
That's what friends are for, right?
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