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All the read texts will not change the situation.Fancy words never really fit into this.All the abnormal connection is gone.Describing it as tragic does make sense.All the unanswered calls will not make anyone feel better.Meaningless words have been tossed around too much.All the diseased energy is dead.Viewing it as humor does not help the perspective.All
Definitions tell the truth.The story of our days.Pages of letters and words in the open.Characters ignite bolder, brighter, and better.The honesty increases.Pushing us further to resolution.We can no longer ignore.The truth will dangle.Our sentences tighten.Synonyms are different now.The onus must fall on the participle.
Missing yellow corncob kernels Inside the biggest set of chompersOpen your mouth wideReplace them with white kernelsThey were grown especially for your big fat mouthThe stories have been passed aroundYou were a wild man in your youthThe screaming legend continuesYou might have less workable kernelsThey are enough to bite downChew anything enteringSpit up what is
These were the words she said at my arrival.”You got to be kidding.”I have known the truth even back then.I was born unlike the other babies.When my diapers were full and sagging, and I was left to my own determination. My mother’s womb carried me.I deemed me ready to take my first breath.She had no
Excited was not the word to use. I was not exhilarated. I had never won the big prize. Soon my hand would shake the hand of the would be king and queen. I had to learn quickly. How to curtsy. How to bow. How to shut my mouth. I had to learn to like chicken
I’ve been here before,tasted it, kept it, smelled it.I’ve put on these slacks before,one leg at a time, with steady hands and sturdy feet.It’s a recurring situation. I forget my keys, and vital information I can’t counton ten fingers or ten toes.There are many masks, and I don’tknow their names or rememberthe faces to their
This is before the actual storm lands,twisting and ripping, turning all the people in the pathupside down and inside out.We are waiting for the calm to happen after the menacingclouds move past us,and the rotten smells disappear. These are the stolen moments of my past,getting rid of them,no longer causing me pain,I am standing here
The piano plays hundreds of chords.In my mind, I see you clearly.My hand presses on the jelly filled donut.Here comes out the berry red flavoring.Lick my fingers clean.Press down harder.Make me feel the pain.Here I come to see what is wrong.The untuned black and white keys slant sideways.No good song comes out of happiness.The squished
Do you want more ketchup with your burger and fries?This was the question the waiter asked.It was the wrong question at the wrong table.It was always the wrong question, and you knew this.But you were too stubborn to admit the truth.I don’t want to say stupid.You only used this as way to compromise your life.I’m
Good night, my dear friend, close your eyesand think of fireflies and twilight hours.Your eyes will never leave my memory,your smell will stay in my nostrils forever,and your flesh will remain warm in my heart.I have seen how tragedy can spark into a million tiny flames and I will not put them out,for you are
Pick up your feet. If you don’t, you will eventually FALL. Not right away but sooner than later. Funny how people don’t heed the words, believe they know what’s right, and fall to see the error. Change can’t happen with closed hands. Switched circumstances are something of the past. Run fast on your feet. Remember
There were ten of us.Then, there were seven.Soon one was lost.Six only remained.We had plenty to defend.Five, four, three, and two disappeared.There was one left. The last one only me.I was my own island.One coconut with an extended straw.Makes me happy.
I will not failNot my brainLet water run downMy face cleanSmile bigNo one will see youI will not fallNo more liesYell loud Not lostStand tallRemain on my feetI will not fade

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