a corner child
rattled, and hesitant
shouts
“ for you to be what I cannot
is to be, see, you & not me
flee!
slave me, slap me, beat me & kill me
Mr. Bee
none of these
he cannot. Will not. (Verbal slipknot?)
never….”
he sat down. recollected himself. and continued crying.














Comments
Yeah... Hence the poem.
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Je suis défectueux et content.
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"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
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Man is an animal.
But he is an animal which embodies God.
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"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
it is extremely good though! i like it alot!
i missed your poems man. glad to see you haven't changed...well too much anyway!!
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Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battleground.
When are you and I going to party
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"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
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change is good, you go first.
Light travels faster than sound, which is why a person can appear bright, until they open their mouth.
hating me won't make you pretty.
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under the water,
you left me drowning.
i dont know when we can party together...i won't be home now for a while...but you can always come visit me!!
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Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battleground.
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