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Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me. Your lack of words might though, as your eyes avert me. I quietly pray, to my dismay, for your words to reach me. I get you in parts, filtered in from the dark, where your bones lie staunch and dirty. If it's dirt dug up, I'll know by the tone, but the profiler knows to show me, the good in you that I don't get as you continuously ignore me. By the time we meet, it's all said and done, there's nothing that will smite me. Unless it's you of course, holding a stick, swinging it right at me. My bones may break then, but my heart won't, and you'll be very sorry. (second stanza i just made up now with no editing so pardon my rhyming) For true love is my goal and with that nothing violent will ever reach me. Abuse is done, I know it well, and I see past it rightly. You're deaf, you're dumb, and you might have a problem with that son. Ghostings for teens who don't know what feelings are, because they never had any. Last I checked you're an adult now so why are you so mean to me? It must be someone talking shit to you totally all about me. Listen carefully because its profiled to you, Im sold in parts, and you don't know me. So the profiler might tell you about me too, but you won't recognize me. A union is a friendship did and comes right back in at me. You deny it now but come down the line time will be unkind to your doubting. For all you know you might as well already mightily love me. But I get that you won't know until you come very close to me. That words are fun, a way to squirm, fly, and haunt other people to learning you. The curve is real and the arc remains true: I did love you, but it might have been in ancient times totally way back when. That times long gone but my heart knows I did and thats the bend the arc makes as i try to astral travel to see you. This poem is just but a way for me to tell you that I dont bite: Bark I do and its to say that awoooooooooooooooooo i do love you. Love me back: the pitiful cry of Joan of Arc will not die. Her tale is true the arc is clean and no martyr are we. Lets have some fun and party. Avoid adulting and act foolishly. Night time comes soon enough, don't be caught without me. I dont know where you go so take me next time you show Up to see your friends in the city. Because i live in an industrial town theres no one here thatll take me. So come show me what you like dont hesitate dont doubt me. But if you choose go and leave me alone I wont cry for you. Ill just know that next life though, itll be you coming after me. For true love is spent when you stay dead to someone happy to see you. Quelch this you try but smoldering ashes fly out tue phoenix my countries bird, blazing hot and splendid. Ready to do that thing again and wont it ever hurt me. I guess not because truth is rare and precious is the only thing that deserts me. No fault of mine its usually stolen from me By a traitor who was given access to my belongings where he showed me, a traitor true cold blooded hue of hatred and violence at me. But sticks and stones can break my bones and words will never hurt me. It includes the words you leave out because those words are well within you. So keep not saying what is true as I try to relieve my sadness at losing you this lifetime. So long ago did we meet maybe we were one person split in two changed genders too and now we have forgotten. But i say thats not true amd words words words is all ill ever do to you.

community

sometimes we have plenty, sometimes we have none, but most specially we like to have fun. be it night time or day, come what may, see us smile in the sun, bring our friends bag, dont forget it, run. ill bring the razor blades, you bring the foil, a barbeque is what we'll say were having- smoke fuming out: come! whats her number does she have one what about him? i know him. when did she go? did he die-we were friends- now i only have some. the community mourns as one. lets party we all say but we know its just for fun for all seriousness we died already chasing our friends one by one. dont mock or hurt is weve already been done. dont scorn or chastise us, we know. were not blind, deaf, or mute, we're broken, cold and alone ready to say hey hows it going cheer up we're still here, friends, and some. to those that passed before us we miss you and dont worry we still have it, what you left us, the memory of friendship come.

lost causes and the blues

 lost causes and the blues 

got me down lookin’ at my shoes

wondering where all those people went 

the ones i wanted to spend time with

im not sure how it went

time passed slow or no one said go

either way i said don't choose

maybe thats where the problem lay

no choice made it go too slow

both don't show what then no go 

you lose the chance to spend time in different hues