Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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Like someone had pulled back the curtains
That is what it felt like
Like the world opened just a bit
Like that little line of white turned the world a bit brighter
Interesting
A feeling worth experiencing
Uninterested
It doesn’t claim a victim
You’re not supposed to love the drugs but the feeling on them
I felt Dionysus smile then
He floated in
I whispered a thank you
A good time
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You’re not the king of second chances
You never give anyone a chance
Without one there is no possibility of second
You’re as much the king of second chances
As King Henry VIII is king of golden wedding anniversaries
You
Cannot be the king of second chances
Because there is no first chance
I thought I had a chance
But there isn’t one
There’s no chance
You’re the king of your band
That’s it
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How am I going to sort through this one?
Jealousy
Vicious instantly
Staying out all night
And saying “sorry” ’till it’s sun down
How am I going to
See now I just know I know you know
And you probably know I know you know so
You know
Why?
Very very sorry
I ever thought I was good enough for you
How could you do this to me?
I don’t care about the actions of inaction there is an action in no action if there was not your actions taken while taking no action would cease to exist
You’re a fucking
You’re such
I’m so angry at you
Why did you do this to me?
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I had a dream
I had a dream about
I dreamt
Oh for the love of God
I remember enjoying it
Despite the danger
Scaling rooftops happened
Long conversation with
Best Friend™
Talking with
Lover™
Like everything was okay
Just being people
Even though we were running away from
Bad Guy™
It’s always a nice house
Wee bit of escaping
Daddy™
Wee bit of flying to where I believed
Conversations about nothing
The kinds you don’t remember
The mutual acceptance that most of your time together will be forgotten
Oh dear
Dear brain
I wish they were people I was meeting in my dream world who were real and I could find them
Meet me in the dark
That’s where I’ll be
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I’m hungry
But I can’t afford it
What if there’s money?
He whispered.
I looked.
And there was.
A look passed between us which has passed many times before
Not a
Did you see that
But a
We’re talking again
And we don’t know where that takes us, any time. Merely wondering uncertain, until one of us whispers
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My only hope, that you only live once
That this isn’t one of many more
I plead with anything, just not one more
To even think of any more of this even one more
Every day like it is
My psychic mind is tired
My body can’t handle the strain
The silence falls so heavily
In the cold rain
But the drops aren’t filled with sadness
Until a sad air comes in
Standing in the doorway
Trying not to hear the pain
Left within the darkness
Lying in the coffin
With no wish for another day