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The Drive-InI picture white screens in front of me. The cars next to me are floating. Oh, the prom kings and prom queensThe Drive-In
are kissing. Her eyelashes are making lines on his face. Why do his hands move
to her collar bone?
My hands lay in solitude softly in the grass. Twirling the pieces until they make a getaway from the earth and slowly fade away.
I wish my hormones would kick in right about now. He's pushing back the seat and she says its ok. The songs those DJs play don't make sense to a girl who
by ~Sparkamatch
Losing my CenterCivilization builds a society which breeds culture. Hold hands with tight lips anglo-saxons. Don't you dare smile.Losing my Center
Down deep in the microscope you can't see companionship. Because, it hasn't been promised to women who stumble with their words on summer afternoons.
I come back because
solitude is worse than my spine telling me it's really not hurt anymore. I can feel the heat in my eye sockets as the hate breeds. I crawl to you but fuck you for standing above me watching with glassy eyes.
Drunk brides ar
by ~Sparkamatch
CircleI know a boy who eats silence for breakfast. He leaves his question marksCircle
in cold cups of coffee. The breeze comes in through the window. I forgot to surrender.
He sketches bare trees in his eyes. How do I ever say sorry to snapping the branches? How can I make up for lost time and for lost answers?
He reminds me that chaos CANNOT EXIST until you write it down. Time cannot exist until you encase it. We're all infected with violence. Lord, please calm us down. As the sun rises this particular morning he faded away.
by ~Sparkamatch
The Irvington SwaggerI am from an amputated skyline borrowing views from distant cousins. I am from the heart of Irvington, where bandanas wave from faded stop signs. Chalky brown brick walls turn bright red from his insides. At night the cops come to find his body dead in the gravel. it's another name printed in warm black ink for the paper boy to throw at your doorstep.The Irvington Swagger
I am from THERE ARE NO SECOND CHANCES .. but there are. Neighbors who shake our hands and take their hats off in our presence leave their habits in my yard. He gets taken away and
by ~Sparkamatch
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