A baby cries, demanding eats for gumming.
Have I just killed little Marianne?
No, oh pressure quickly rises.
Steamy towels, useful visions were Xanax.
Yours, Zyndalee.

They play around, bashing Madonna

Yet don’t realize that she’s gonna

Let them all have it when she’s queen again
And lock them all up in her basement cow pen.

Water
Smooth, wet
Flowing, speeding, crashing
Puddles, oceans, flames, sparks
Blazing, smoldering, simmering
Vivid, brilliant
Fire

There once was a boy named Zarson

Who had quite a gift with arson.

He picked up a match

And laid it on thatch
Then changed his last name to Larson.

Jack
Thin, bony
The pumpkin king
Forced himself on Christmas
Skeleton

Blood boils below badly bandaged bruises.

Bursting, bachelors brutally bash blamed bride.
Bride believed brilliantly banging bridegroom’s brother

I lie in my bed
Thinking of a greater day
One that is peaceful
Brings joy to many faces
And cradles our poor, hurt souls.

Sky blue, a color that never manages to lose its
Kick. Only keeps its breathtaking beauty,
Youthful. Preying on the souls of the
Living, breathing beings that have
Earned their rewards. Earned their
Respect. What do they receive?
An irreplaceable, indescribable beauty.
Must I try my best to describe it to you?
Must I try, and not do it justice?
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     I was actually kinda tired this morning. Yesterday, I went to the Heart Hospital and saw my grandparents. My grandfather (Papa) was scheduled for an angiogram at 3:30 pm. Well, that didn't happen exactly. The heat here is too much for heart patients and there have been a lot of emergencies lately. His doctor works Fridays and is the go-to ( Read more... )

            “Next. You’re next, miss,” said the receptionist at the front desk. Apparently, she looked like she was about to fall out, and she hoped her noodle legs would keep her upright for the walk to the office.

The young girl took in her surroundings while walking down the hallway. The wall on the right was made completely of ( Read more... )