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Secret-Author Dec 2022
When you dress in black and cloak
your feelings with your tears,
Remember all that time you had,
the days, the weeks, the years.

Now is not the time to bring me
flowers in a bow,
That took so long amongst the weeds,
a journey bloom from sow.

When you sit up front and centre
and then go on to say your piece,
Do not think of all the times
you mentioned to me least.

Do not say I was a good, kind wife,
or a sweet and loving mum.
Think instead of the long list
of ways that I'll ruin our son.

Now is not the time to bring me
flowers in a bow.
Not now. Like this?
In front of everyone I know?

Instead just let me lie in peace
and slowly start to rot.
And just like now I can see out my days
as a girl that life forgot.
glass Dec 2024
with a look watch the book take it took rather light cooked
make it shook talk it rook follow soot would it
round the bend do it send feel a wake water trend
bake it rake it shake it till the faker is in bed yuh
shoulder coulda stayed for awhile keepin aid for a style
walker talked bottle hotter followed crept exiled shocker maimed
framed with it same day lame couldnt
major minor sold in diamond whiner keeper copper folded daughter locker tamed with it
back bridled shoulda
game sided woulda
fallen to be crawlin fists of dollars to be callin funny
money money money money money keep it comin honey
vent sobbing bold bent red bawling
solder didnt
and a wicker minute
**** crawlin in the bitter with it
on a back mast bad stack wrap blast betcha dolla nab fast lack that banned cast which stood it
wouldja fall in with it
book could it
wouldnt walk straight in the face
with the way that he took it like
**** did it
and he gotta sike it all inna weird wet way like a sun under fog on the bay in the rain on the wall
pit type woah stay to wicked
flip right phone pay to win it
bit lye misty oughta sit throne may u finish
sit tight so there fake to spin it
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Norman Crane Oct 2022
What ugly brilliance burns within the face,
Of the man who switched his head for the Sun,
The Earth, in orbit round his skull in space,
Becomes a Hell: his heat—melting everyone.
Norman Crane Oct 2022
Wild ducks swim the flooded streets,
Dead men float face down,
What do the living eat,
When civilizations drown.
Norman Crane Sep 2022
if stars, night, if sun, day,
but if the sun's a star,
is night day, is day night,
are we dead or are we light?
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