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 Oct 2016 Corset
Pax
mango
 Oct 2016 Corset
Pax
i was the mango
who left his
tree
too early
too soon
and even in  my
golden stage
i still remain
bitter
to the very
end
.
.
.
 Oct 2016 Corset
Pax
bird
 Oct 2016 Corset
Pax
I was the bird in a cage
who never got to fly freely,
too domesticated to even
fly away
on its own.
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1808354/
 Oct 2016 Corset
cgembry
I have never stuttered in pen
misspoken in ink
or choked in my writing
the way I do
whenever I speak
my fingertips always know
the right words to say
my tongue is still learning
 Oct 2016 Corset
Pax
I'll stay
 Oct 2016 Corset
Pax
Love, i wish you were near
and wipe away
my lonely tears.

Help me achieve a
Satisfying slumber
to swept away
Today's worries
and fears.

Please guide my heart
to never stray
and be braver than
A lions roar,
then
in your arm's reach
I'll stay.
Seeing someone who isn't there.
 Oct 2016 Corset
Pax
darkness II
 Oct 2016 Corset
Pax
i lean in to the darkness
inside of me
not to the people
that give it to me.
Darkness I : https://www.instagram.com/p/BK3eU5OjY9w/?taken-by=willyampax
 Oct 2016 Corset
Pax
life in writing
 Oct 2016 Corset
Pax
Despite all the rejections we go through
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
life in writing is never ending.


© Pax
just a quote
https://www.instagram.com/p/BDOT4kyLpQQ/?taken-by=willyampax
 Oct 2016 Corset
Pax
I am not in pain
but I’m standing in the hard rain.
The wetness makes my feet numb
I succumb to be dumb
a foolish playfulness
hiding my crudeness
-  I roam around in happy commotion
                                 A complete illusion.
The eye of the storm will come my way, someday
I hope not too soon, but in the distant future
For I am not prepared on the messiness it harbors in its back
The harsh judgments that will pour heavily on my shoulders
Then flowing water will flood my sane world
I need my time to organize
My mental, emotional and physical stability
To stand the outburst of the tempest.

© Pax 2013
 Oct 2016 Corset
Dave Hardin
Pendleton Shirt

Wool that never wears out  
Plaids welcome in any circle
Pockets shingled with ***** and tails
That stay tucked no matter what
Yours smelling of lanoline
Mixed with gasoline
Sweat broken unloading
Imperials in Wheeling
Dried salt scrim by Akron
Heroic buttons
Holding back the minor
Planet of your belly
Satin labels stitched  
Into elliptical orbits of collars
Shirts found
Sagging on hangers
At the end of the day
Exhausted from their work
Concealing the contours
Of a hounding emptiness.
 Oct 2016 Corset
ryn
Tree
 Oct 2016 Corset
ryn
If this tree
should ever come to fall

Let its gnarly limbs
point up to heaven

If its heart
should ever come to a stall

Let it die
with errors pardoned
and sins forgiven
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