I found the lamb strolling around

I found the lamb strolling around, with new perfume and leather wings. I saw the fur and not a sound, I thawed it all, interior things.

Easy as falling down a flight of stairs, no way that was intentional. I couldn’t have pushed you, I was leading the way.

A garnet for the lady But she so often lost it A rusty copper headache Around their fingers, got it

I sleep, Meryl Streep, Sow or reap, count your sheep.

Where is he now He left you now You’re mine now

This is the worst Everyone, go to bed Slumber party is over Tea party, early mornings

Do I cough Do I talk Scooby Doo

Ran out of numbing cream You’re about to hear me scream

Boo scares the monsters You killed the lobsters Corporate’s fosters The unreal friends

Musketeers Wise men Zero tears Woah, men

Get ready for it Much needed lit Rate sure sunset

My sunflowers don’t need a sun They live without me on the run

I’ll pass by and grab you too on my way to the heavens. If you find yourself floating, know it’s me holding your hand.

Leftover Bitter after taste Sweet clover Let us move in haste

Lightning without thunder Blinds you, going under Death note, a life ender Blue instruments’ fender

Black cat’s lover Needs no cover

Test subject group Getting out of loop Look out, no snoop Get an earring hoop Follow up, no stoops

Polished up as always. You never know when you’ll be locked up next. Stay safe, stay pretty.

نداء إلى الأحرار إلى البطل المغوار إلى طير الحبارى قد ابتدأ النهار

نداء إلى الصرصار إلى صحن المجوار إلى روح الأشرار قد اشتعلت النار

Explained it all to the best of my abilities, but who can blame the blind and deaf, the dumb and stiff-headed.

I have a new story to tell. Gather around the fire, it’s morning, daylight, no matter. I love the fire, keep it going, faint and true, sweetened glue. Love me too. Broadened view. Mountain dew. Can you shoo? New red shoe.

I knew I was in trouble when the pretty lady on the news took out her lifelong collections, “look at all the pretty things I have gathered in my twenty-odd years!”, she said. Felt like the world was on fire, felt like the wood for the pyre.

Don’t trip over technicalities like my name and which restroom I use. Not my favorite celestial bodies either, that’s personal. So typical of me to walk in empty-handed and leave adorned with gold and jewels.

You’re not all that. I found a better sponge not smudged with madness. It’s so much cleaner, so much purer. Takes my words, and kneels in gratitude. You’re not all that, I built you up, or broke you down. Either way, the credit’s mine and mine only. When you look up again, your eyes bloodshot and tired from the sleeplessness, the sun will be waiting for you. The fires too.

The insult to my intelligence is what gets to me mostly. Insane? I like to tiptoe on that line, it’s intentional, I know what I want and need, I grab it and come back to the land of the living. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. Need a tour guide? Too bad, I wait for no one.

Stop it. Just stop. No talking. Or thinking. I’ll handle both from now on. Close your eyes and let me lead. The blind leading the blind, that never ended in disaster.

The boy and his aunt The fly and the ant

Ode to Bangkok Before I leave again Before I throw that rock Before I take back the rain With love and rage, The occasional passer-by

No, it’s not just in my head. And if it was, so be it. That’s where I spend most of my time, anyway.

Parent-teacher conferences are a nightmare. That’s where dreams come to die. Where your wellbeing and sanity relies on one mysterious person’s ability to translate, or their transparency and honesty. I confess, I have enjoyed it a bit too much when I had to deliver the bad comments and questionable behaviors, those kids had it coming. And you know I have a soft spot for older parents, so there’s that. Tough luck.

Why so nonchalant? I can’t take all of the noise and lights, all of the looks they frighten me. What’s that you see? Right through the soul, there’s nothing there, I promise you. I’ll take the stairs, over the stares. I’ll take the punch, over the hunch. I’d rather starve, than share your lunch.

Pirates of the sky Steal the air and cry A tiny nudge was all it took A knowing nod, a broken hook Now take the knots and all the coins And take the notes and us conjoined Then I released the prisoners It was a funny song For when you are then cornered The stabs from arms, so strong I get it now, transparent cells You get to look, but no one sells

Rule #1 Know the rules Rule #2 Break them up Rule #3 Put them back together Don’t make it look obvious

The prototype Of brought destruction manifested The phenotype Of bought instruction implemented

Rice hairs stand on up Goosebumps, hurry up I saw it fall apart, I let it How is it my fault, regret it

Ruby red or crimson hot All the stones, real or not? Can’t go on without my rubes Worn or solved, I like my cubes

It’s a very easy and simple plan Let me in or let me out, floor plan Digits are legit crimes, with a plan Getting caught? That’s not my plan

What is wrong with you? Stop speaking in code. I work with what I have, and what I had was code. I have the key, somewhere in here, I saw it fall, the engineer. The song is one, machine is two, and jewelry is there too.

You make it look so easy, and never once complained. It’s actually not breezy, you put us all to shame.

Your eyes are black-like mirrors. I loved the most in you. My shadow that there lingers.

Your wounded ego’s entertaining, intertwined in webs of black, I weaved for you.

I have not forgotten Kickers when I’m down And raisers, lovers’ frown Razors, sharpened tongues And knickers, comes around

I never broke a bone From jumping all the time And dropping from the heights No proof outlived the crime

Yes, I’m secretly making fun of you from my high tower. And when I laugh the walls echo back to me, YOU’RE SO FUNNY.

I wouldn’t have spent this day Any other way, with you I’d say It’s all okay, it’s gone away So far away, into the sun

I need help. From you eaters of the kelp. Was beaten to a pulp, again. I keep getting that skelp. Over again, over the rain, over the pain, it still remains.

Forced me to talk And take a walk Like Tony Stark I built an ark

Pack up the bag It’s such a drag Good thing I did Never unpacked

You were unkind That wasn’t fine In baby steps Said Einstein

Sent out a sign That wasn’t fine I had my fun Ninety and nine

No headphones and no distractions. Take in the city unfiltered, in all its twisted glory.

The bus came The bus went And I remain, seated My throne I built from lies Is comfortable for me

No, I have no umbrella Yes, I don’t mind this at all A much needed cleansing of the soul From the ocean and to the ocean, goal

That’s all you got? Do worse Where are the showers I was promised This is barely a pulse, more More, drip drop, step stop

Scenery from dreams that I keep having Is this the place? You’re happy now? Good job

Faceless and overdressed For visitors of the night, come unannounced

A life well lived I have the scars to show for it Wanna see and trade off?

Do you see now how special I am? When I can’t jump into the ocean it comes out to meet me where I am Enjoy this shadow of my shadow

Space to hang my clothes from? How generous

Yes Even my so-called “crash-outs” are poetic Am I the perpetrator or the victim? Who knows I can pass by for both, and I play both parts like a professional Curtsy bow Curtain See Beau Get it?

Do not be fooled by my bravado The show goes on, because I say so The lost is gone, because I.. there you go

It burns, it aches, mercy’s mistakes It’s real, it’s fake, it’s over for rakes You’re mine, It says, heart’s oldest cakes Meet me at dawn, ease all my shakes I’m back, they are, throw up the lakes Give me my soul, you want it? Take it

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