leaning back against
the side of any car
with our arms crossed
in the school parking lot
we thought we were bad as
can be

the girls walking
side by side eyed
and
whispery bridged
hands covering their
giggley faces adored
us

We three guys
at our school
high standing
next to whatever car
happen to be the safe spot
peeked deceit shifting
guilty grins

They may have probably
might not have known
but should've if they
wanted to hang with us

who
WERE WE
when
WE WERE
extra cool?

too cool for school
I believe

most notible
minimal effort

Degrading
D Graded

pants sagging
heads faded

great write!

my youngest sister was a cutter. this is a perfect description of who she was. very well conceived

"back in those days
I woulda made one helluva gambler
sitting in a saloon drinking
out of a trough
spitting infront of where
the kid is going to mop"


wrote this 2 days ago. this is just a fragment of what i was writing. I scrapped the rest. this was my favorite part and coincidentally i can't write about cowboys without thinking
of you and your writes mteagle.

said it in email and i'll say it again,

WELCOME BACK!

despite
hope

I am
broke

an arrow
in mid flight
shot down

been there
dream't that
nothing found

suppressed by

the depressed

undergone
painjuries
over there

sympathy
hovers here

pain and
injuries
merged

good times
kicked to
the curb

despite
broke

I am
hope

well done!

the connection
of rejection
and deception
after accepting
the hating and
degrading
tired of the
waiting
ready for
escaping
reality
where none
feel me
only some
of what I
envision
they may
listen
c l o s e l y
real
c l o s e l y
sometimes
too close
so
i
back up
and stack up
my chips

grab
new pens
and pads

bare thoughts
I skinny dip

paddling a
pen over pad

as lathargic
is I
look deep
into nowhere

I take a
stab
and back up
wrapping up
this mess

of prosperiety
be it a poem
she murmurs
something

alone lonely
only I

I looked
closely

she smiled

said
come

c l o s e r

awesome write!

Great write fear.
I also enjoyed your previous write with the Last Mohican.

Both excellent.

this

always
a treat

to hear
Ms Wiz
speak

Looking for a woman for friendship


Not an intimate encounter or a relationship


This does not categorize me as taken or gay


I just know this guy named Jason that some
close say Jay

Self tortured
Own slave

Handcuffed hard headedness
and discontent

I can pay my own rent
wash my own car

dream of a happier me
amongst
the brightest star

self inflicted be it
this here where be
these scars

start with rejection
on the run at large

my selection of affection

nowhere near my direction

over scrutiny under digestion


I need a woman who could love
me like a new boyfriend


Not like a once ripe
husband


rotten apple turn over
n' out
sleep under sexxed
has been

take me out
of the equation

remove me from
Jason

take Ja
from son
to man

one hand
human

on the other

confusion

a life spans
conclusion

unwanted

forced
up
on
intrusion

wrestling
my illusions
allusions

writing them
done

eating
timid
verbs

burping
livid
nouns

unmuteably
sound

climbing
mountains

snow
topped

low crop
less chopped
mansions
of thought

no shoes
no clothes

sitting
indian style

sweating with
arms to the sky

i figured out
why i am here

alone

as Jesus
was

surrounded
by many

I can feel
his realness

through the
words he
loved sharing

she really is a

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slash

too tired
to have

BLANk
(XXX)
everyday

kinda woman

A few days ago it was my legs




Today it is my bowling arm




The after effects of working
muscles that haven't been
worked over time aches

I feel the pains
that strain the gain
of uncomfortableness


its a bummer since
i haven't worked out
this much tense
since the day i moved
out of what IS and
WAS my house by Name
eighteen months ago

there is pain
true pain
i cannot neglect

what i would
if I could is
let go

as my body rejects
me, i can't, i know


I reject He
as swell


only not
so swell

inprisoned
be this its
jail

an
alternative

to hell

oh
well

my healthy legs pumped
the steel out of my most
awesome new urban bike
a few days go

that day
felt right

next after
a disaster

natural pain
including blame
for my arhtritus
which hurts when
I cannot fight
this happy
void


F thou!

rheumatoid








(wrote this a week ago)

"it's not you, it's me."

this is a cop out. a politely less harsh twist on words way of making it appear it is not your fault by the sayer of such words.

what they won't say is the truth behind this less than nonthreatening verbaliztion.

which really, actually, boils down to this underlying meaning;

I want a divorce?

what?!

why?!


"I want to be with someone else. i dont feel your love anymore. there is nothing we could do that would make me as happy as starting over fresh with someone who feels like they want me. And so because i want to be happy i dont want to crush you by saying it is your fault when it is your fault that i dont find you attractive anymore for whatever reasons that got us here, i am not happy being with you but i can't tell you that because i am going to hurt you enough as it is. sorry about this. let me add the extra sympathetic layer.. you will find someone else who will make you happier.. now the codescending additional layer.. Truuust! Meeee!"


I could go but you get the point. it is never ones fault in a relationship. it takes two to love. but only one to hate.

cookies and milk make a great start!

this!

spoken wants from the heart

cool smiless!