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 Dec 2013 Emily
Allen Wilbert
Wrongfully Accused

Everybody wants to know,
what happened so long ago.
It was a day just like this,
been awhile since I had to reminisce.
Got in my car and went to work,
back then, I was such a ****.
Me and my wife had a huge fight,
it went on, all the past night.
Long before cell phones and beepers,
never even knew, she had some peepers.
Came home from a long day, with roses,
the house was destroyed by explosives.
Neighbors said they heard arguing,
all last night, till the morning.
No one saw any strange people,
after I left, everything seemed so peaceful.
I was questioned, then taken away,
put in prison, for quite a long stay.
Begged the judge for some mercy,
they found me guilty in a hurry.
Spent five long years in prison hell,
each night I was violated in my cell.
Then one day other houses started to explode,
all wives went on a lock down mode.
The evidence was so overwhelming,
meanwhile my ******* was swelling.
After six long years, I was finally released,
couldn't wait to get a real super feast.
Then I went on a man hunt,
this guys *****, I'm gonna punt.
Then there he was a peeping tom,
carrying what looks to be some kind of bomb.
Thought about calling the police,
but I figured, I could handle this ugly man who was bald and obese.
This guy never saw me coming,
his **** crack, made me think he was plumbing.
I grabbed the fat ****, with gun in mouth,
it was him, I had no doubt.
I saw him before stalking my neighborhood,
what I'm gonna do to him will not be good.
Shot the ******* in the face,
his memory got a quick erase.
Brains splattered all over the ground,
his body was never found.
Stuck his fat *** in my trunk,
went to the bar and got super drunk.
Put him in the nearest lake,
still I had a major heartache.
I will say this, I never have pooped like this before,
but now my nightmares haunt me even more.
 Dec 2013 Emily
Sam Conrad
Sweet
 Dec 2013 Emily
Sam Conrad
You are so sweet
We're all addicted to sweet
As people...
But maybe it's time
I go on a diet
That I learn to cut back
But my sweet tooth
It yearns for you

You've been a roller-coaster
So much fun
But so many ups and downs
But so many downs
You've gotten off
But I'm still on
Reliving the drop
Over and over

I'm not sweet
Like you
I don't know how sometimes
To be sweet
But maybe it's time I learn
I just hope I don't
Make everyone sick
Overdoing it
 Dec 2013 Emily
Sam Conrad
Well I wonder
What does she think of me?
Well it's clear
She doesn't think of me

In all of the great ways I used to know

Well I ponder
What all she thinks of me?
But my fears
Are that she sips her tea

While burning all my pictures in a row

Why am I here
If I'm supposed to leave?
Why is she not
Standing next to me?

Well I guess I'll never know

And that I'll never get to show
How I would love her, All my ducks in row
Though I never was a crop to sow
But I guess I'll never get to show

My love to that girl
That I used to know
Wrote this as a song at 4 in the morning, jotted it down in bed after waking into a nightmare
 Dec 2013 Emily
drunkonthoughts
all i want is to travel the world
be someone's special girl
experience different places
meet new faces
always change
destinations

one day
i'm here
the next
i'm there
that's what i want
a change of scenery
always and constantly

i want to eat different foods
with the one i travel with
the one i call my love
oh, life would be good
if i could travel the world
and feel happy for once
just grab my stuff and run
take a risk, take a chance
find someone and grab their hand
plan our future
as well as our romance
go out on dates
kiss all night
look in each other's eyes
it all sounds so perfect
right?

yes, it does
that's my idea
of a perfect love
of a perfect relationship
A neverending vacation
full of promise and life
it's what i've been imagining
since i was in my early teens

i wanted my teenage years
to be exactly like that
but all i have is sadness
but i wanted to experience it
the wonder of the world
the wonder of love
it's all i think about
but until then
in my sadness
i will drown

just wanted a nice life
and a love to match
we all want that
but some people
kinda destroy us
and the picture
we created
in our heads
of a nice life
in the sun
away from rain
away from worries
away from pain

there is so much
i would like to do
there's so much
i'd like to know
but nobody
and i mean nobody
wants to show me
how good life could be
This is a poem I'm proud of. Wrote it just now. It's a lot more positive than most of my work.
 Dec 2013 Emily
tiaamaariaa
being used so much
I melt every time I feel your touch
it is hard to resist
when I feel so wanted
in your arms you are holding me
I wish we never started
this needs to stop.
-te
 Dec 2013 Emily
samasati
difficult* is sleeping with you

effortless is making love

shy is the moment after realizing I’m being too quiet in clarity
for you to feel comfortable

clarity is when I tell you the late evening sun lowers its golden tint
on everything and makes the leaves look vibrant green
and if it were to be one of those funny named colours in a paint swatch, it’d be
"I’m Alive! Green"

frustrated is when I see two pillowcases of identical fabric,
one more faded than the other,
and fail to explain why I’m not sure if the metaphor is sad or not

intricate is the way my mind is built

fragile is the way my heart is

heavy is when I talk about how rarely I cry

phoney is when I laugh about crying at a season finale to cover it up

beautiful is what you remind me I am

insecure is when I talk too much

comfort is eating lots of food

comfort is not eating food

disappointment is when I change my mind about your company

horror is asking you to leave

anxious is the way I feel when you are asleep beside me

frivolous is the pillow talk

juvenile is my babbling

fast is my heartbeat

enigma is what you keep calling me
 Dec 2013 Emily
Sam Conrad
Okay.
Three words and a period.
I'll disappear now.
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