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pleblderblerbmerbcschrb 14h

What doesn’t **** you
might just be enough
to scar the ring
within the bark
that shields your heart.

pleblderblerbmerbcschrb 14h

Soured

Cravings for what’s similar -
a taste.
Left wanting more.

Riddled deep with gnats and worms.
Rotten to the core.

But might the sweetness from within
derive from could-be rot?

Tender ripeness with a bite.
Decidedly, it’s not.

pleblderblerbmerbcschrb 5d

Nanner

Cravings for what’s similar -
A taste
Left wanting more

Riddled deep with gnats and worms
Rotten to the core

But might the sweetness from within
Derive from could-be rot?

Tender ripeness with a bite,
Decidedly it’s not

pleblderblerbmerbcschrb Jun 27

Devil’s Playground

Running on this hamster wheel,
the tongue starts to feel cold.

When will saying everything
we think
start feeling old?

pleblderblerbmerbcschrb Jun 18

Dentin’

We’d start our trek
to see the fire
flying in the sky.

The overwhelm encompassed
by the empty in our eyes.

We’d take it out on one another,
thinking this is wrong.
But maybe we just needed plans
for road trips that are long.

pleblderblerbmerbcschrb Jun 17

AOW

Blood filled ears between the trees,
gaze deep in canyons below.
This is meant for me as hand arises
once one asks
“Who’s first?”

Dauntless? Perhaps not my claim,
but not a jitter in the knee
when falling back and forgetting to question,
worry, think or ask.

This is meant for me,
but where might one find thrill like this
in Texas?

#adrenaline

pleblderblerbmerbcschrb Jun 14

Boulders in Me

My muse,
My teacher,
My arrow,
Dead star.

Please be so joyous, wherever you are.
Or one could convince the solution is me,
and in my weak arms isn’t where you should be.

This could be untrue,
my heart knows how to lie,
but you really did strike as a beautiful guy.

And not with your looks, that you fought with so bad -
in the soul of your eyes, a spark you always had.

My muse saw my pieces more clearly than me,
and left me to find out what beauty could be.
Just to detest and claim crippled and frail.
It’s not up to my muse,
yet feels like a fail.

See, many have views on what we should or not,
but self shame I shan’t towards the longings I’ve got.