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The lighthouse in her palm guided me to ports between fingers where I embraced Plymouth.

Would you like to see my life? It flips open and comes with an antenna. You can also play tetris on it. I once dropped my life in a pool. My life doesn't float. Diving down to retrieve my life I recieved a call, it was my mother, and I spoke in air bubbles. She told me she was getting some static on her end. I almost drowned asking her, "Can you hear me now?"

I'm glad I stopped before I finished the cliche, 'why did you leave me?', 'I wish I was worthy' kind of poem. How could I think I wasnt worthy when you have no value? Without request, I promised to never, ever, never, never allow anything to come between us. Full of wasted air when I promised to walk through a tornado like a pane of glass (windexed clear). For you, I'd big bad wolf that whispy spinner. THIS IS LOVE THAT WILL LAST. With jelly bean hopes of happiness I fought for you. Never the less, nevertheless, never agian will I think less because of love. Nothing could have stood in my way, not red riding or that windex tornado. I knew how

I must be a comedy (laughable). So easily I was swept away by sudden daydreams that I'll magically experience some crumb of heavenly body. How foolish, I'm always second choice, not cool, not down, too nice; how extremely schoolish of me. Though I commend you half-heartedly on how you twisted me, terribly thrashed me, while dangling me above your seductive bust. Upside down and drooling with trust you soaked up my ignorance while you called a hinderence. Hindering your lies, filling socks with coals, disguising them as butterflies (The paper wings were a nice touch). Fooled into your web. Sucked dry and dead. I'm looking forward to beheading

The day flies by as we sit on the corner of our cul-de-sac and give out chalk autographs to blocks of sidewalk. Daydreaming the street lights have become buzzing paparazzi that we cannot avoid. Next week we will end up on the front page of the most scandalous magazine along with some catchy blurb that some cliché-driven editor created. Our chalk autographs are a pastel glimpse into the future. One day we will be worthy of rumors (until then we'll practice the classy swoops and dips of our signature). One day living rooms will be full of people chattering about how we were the 'must see' feature of last nights television

Sipping coffee with my single-strike, self-serve savior hoping my dreams don’t wake my neighbor. *** My last act in residential hell will be a grotesque painting with a painter’s shell. I’ll leave behind a portrait of unproductive thoughts; brain matter and pastel. With a wallet full of moths I have enough to buy a vowel. With a capital ‘O’ its time to bite the barrel… Obsession   Depression   Silencer Suppression “Worthless to worthless, dust to dust. I don’t know where I’m going but this bullet train is a must.” *** “I’d like to solve t

A new day's sun is too high to follow. My crippled wings flap sorrows, withered hopes, and failed tomorrows. I'm a grounded bird on time that's borrowed, Looking into a mug of coffee too hot to swallow, telling it how much I want to sail its Cappuccino Sea. Mocha blend can you please                                           help me? It never replied, never answered me. Drinking three more cups I'm drowning in its sea. Mute,         the cup frames emptiness with apathy. Broken,         my grounded soul stirs and brews me drops of                                                                                ambrosia empathy.

Smoke to smoke Oxygen is secondary Mentholated dragon's breathe Cannabis Brain eating cannibal mercenary Assassinated brain cells Don't complain Assassinated brain Aerosol insane Safety in my nimbus escape No breeze no breath to take Toxic sheep Float rings around my head Toke sleep Too high to reach my bed Entangled in euphoria Dizzy ducks and cancer cake Mangled in hysteria One last hit to take Green thumbs on children Burnt with majesty Technicolor tragedy Innocence and honesty…

stopping at red lights, a flock lost in the street these clouded, crowded sheep converse an echoed word an ideal bleet is all they need denied, they flock to the rainbow Individuals are invisible and lost in their wool

I met a girl with wings. Whose feathers grow smiles that span across hearts.