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Quinn Jan 2014
I dream of a time when I was small
A time where my memories no longer reach
When Memerre was still here
And Jean too
When the weight  of the world was light
And snow fell livid in my soul
I dream of the hazy beach sun and those road trips to Kitty hawk
I dream of the colourful array of pegasi
I dream of spring
A time where Rolo ran beside me in the thick grass
I dream of the house on hollywood with it's two stories and pealing paint
There are flickers in my dreams of Matt who was strong and of the Jeep that kept mommy safe
I dream of a time where I didn't know the meaning of the curses that flew in that house
And a time when they weren't directed at me
And I miss it

I miss it all
I miss not knowing which bottle was filled with beer or understanding why mommy acted funny
I miss not knowing what a **** was or how to make one
I miss when Grandad was around
I miss when Caroline was my baby sitter
I miss Cindy and that pool she took us to
I miss my childhood and I hate that it was taken from me

I hate that the curtain was lifted
I hate that I didn't do anything
I hate what happened to me
I hate what happened to us
I hate what I've become
Creep Oct 2014
hang in there! :)
you're no hershey kiss, but a rolo!
good luck gurl, sending you all my love and luck for the years to come! :) <3
Poetic T Nov 2020
A woman is somewhat like
   confectionaries.

If she takes a Twix,

    be it one or both.

Well then, you are in luck.

But if she is a Kit-kat,
    and takes every finger.
Then by all accounts my friend
who at best is a mar-bar at worse
     a pack of Rolo's.

Well, you're not touching the sides.

With that in mind, the tongue is wider
        and can taste a woman much better. :)
Andy Chunn Jun 2023
I know a place where words are bent
Their meaning will never be still
When you arrive and your time is all spent
You will have arrived at Dorchville

With Dorchville flandered the dumpkin kingfisher
In rocoroyal the flashblue fluger
Wasted the ibeniss of landers and hoofers
Ignored the stainbreath and dagcallers whimper

So willness of beurse the tamey from comey
And rolo ignorest may beechoff that vercove
The rosets draw sprigly from diurts so nosplay
And landers and hoofers now quacker and strutter
hi da s Jul 2019
lembro que um dia acordei e de repente gostava de coisa antiga
e eu:
usava os anéis da minha mãe que eram da minha avó
gostava mais de usar batom com cheiro de velho
tinha apreço por histórias passadas de amor recatado
adorava o fusca do vô.

e passou um tempo, me esqueci desse meu gosto indo de cabeça na juventude adolescente incorporando meu olhar a moda daquele tempo.

até que o tempo passou e mais uma vez me apaixonei pela velhice; usava vestidos floridos e bem cortados, assistia filmes antigos e suspirava viver numa época em que vanguardas nasciam e a arte, política e comportamentos revolucionários construiam caminhos que hoje apenas nos inspiramos.

por um tempo quis fingir que o digital não existia pintando em telas, escrevendo em papéis, datilografando e fotografando em rolo; tudo pra construir uma cegueira sobre as atualizações constantes ao redor.

é engraçado ver o tempo passar e imaginar minhas tentativas de cópia do passado que nunca vivi e tanto desejei. esquecendo que o agora é onde devo estar e que aquele tal passado fabuloso era difícil e mais solitário, árduo e penoso.

o ontem já é passado e uma hora atrás também, é só olhar no relógio do celular.
SchoolTheRapper Aug 2017
Your master mistreats you day in and day out.
She cant cook you rice because she cant and she is bad at cooking rice like actually Marie its not that hard and I dont understand how you cant do something so simple
Wish I'd had that last Rolo.
Travis Green Apr 2021
I feel so captivated to be in your space
Your taste is just the way I like it
You got me crazy over your body
When you flaunt your swagger
You are the baddest boy on the planet
I can stand your thugness
I can dig your deep voice
I see you smoking Ports

****, you got me caught up in your game
Making me wanna change lanes
To move closer to your dopeness
Can we be lovers and friends?
Can we get it poppin’ and rockin’?
Can I be your hometown romancer?
Feeling you, giving your body what it needs
To make straight As on my exam

Baby, let’s get into some real stuff
Let’s kiss to the beat
Say I wanna be your fireman filled with heat
Be your bouncer equipped with power
Guarding your heart every hour
I’m armored in automatic passion
I got the smoke, I get it crunk
Open the trunk in my fresh whip
See those 12-inch subwoofers beatin’
Vibratin’ the streets, guaranteed to turn up your mood

Baby, come dance with me in paradise
Wouldn’t that be so nice?
We can cherish the magic that we make
Embrace the traction and attraction between us
Stream with the tempo
Oh, your pleasant scent smells like rolo
I just wanna dance with you mo’ and mo’

We can coast the oceans of ecstasy
Don’t bother with controllin’ where we go
I just wanna hold you, roll in slo mo’ with you
Have fun with the song boomin’
We are movin’ ‘round like we are in a movie
I don’t want this moment to stop
I want us to lose it, fool with it, get rude with it
Just spendin’ the night groovin’ in highs
Don’t even think about the miles you gotta get back home
You are already home with me
Disinformation
misinformation
what
in tarnation
is going on?

Medication
education
isolation
procrastination
what in tarnation
is going on?

Solitary
solo
she's eaten
the last Rolo

can things get any worse

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