B.Crazy
The scale today says 135 last week it said 125
Boo.
I light it on fire.
scaly thorns poke through the rough patches of my skin.
Timmy was timid at the terrible twosomes troubling appearance
One had a soccer ball the other a spike in his hand. Timmy the timid became timid when they approached, .
He choose the narrative as his own personal agenda weighed heavily on his mind, like acid rain in a thunder storm. A storm that had chosen a course that would head on and collide with his enormous ego. A storm that would not fit his narrative but bust it open and crack it wide open with holes that no one could fix.
Singing the national anthem
this is my anthem
this is my attraction
my adoration for such a nation
that the words escape me
His dogmatic persona eluded the authorities and let them know who was boss.
Indecision to call you never tasted so sweet
listening to my heart beat
in iambic pentameter
picking up the phone.
The silo filled of corn
came tumbling down
in the middle of September
like an eerie reminder
of a day gone
lost in the sands of time
and in the aftermath
corndust filled our lungs.
like an errie reminder
sun dried tomatoes lie out on the lawn.
her dress lie on the bed.
her lie lays on her lips like blood on the rose.
and the sun dried tomatoes lie out on the lawn.
I make it worthwhile to give into your charms
by sitting down on the sand on the beach
writing in my journal
sipping tea of
blood and sugar
bleeding wrist thinking of
echos of the poems I have written they are repetitions of my past convictions.
green bell peppers littered my kitchen floor.
seeds stuck in my teeth like chocolate pudding smashed to my lips.
ruby red lipstick stains on my nose.
leaving me wondering
how this happened?
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