lost and found
an old man got
arrested the other
day
a ring he claimed
was lost was found
in the panties of a
3 year old little girl
i was hoping he was
going to tell the cops
it was a magic trick
gone awry
but he confessed to
some touching down
there
which made me wonder
how many other times
did he play lost and
found with the kids
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waitress
all the curves
where i like
them
i can’t help but
think about you
sitting on my
face within
thirty seconds
of meeting you
it tends to make
hello a little odd
while pretending
i’m listening
and getting lost
in your eyes
i’m actually
picturing
sliding your
panties to the
side and working
my tongue like a
version of me
twenty years
younger
yes, i’ll have
another drink
it’s not often
i eat chicken
wings with a
boner
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countless years of just taking it
broken
forgotten and
left for dead
the real reason
i hate myself
is i allowed
the pain to
become
constant
it’s incredibly
hard to stand
up for oneself
after countless
years of just
taking it
wanting change
is a myth
we want others
to change
leave my utopia
as it is
violence, murder
manipulation
and deceit
you want change
sometimes you
have to dance with
the devil to get it
and i don’t mind
playing with evil
under a full moon
all my other choices
got me here
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the silence you desperately need
harrowing nightmares
fucked up secrets
that no child should
have to bear for
any length of time
let alone an entire life
you can smell the
guilt in the air
hiding behind cheap
perfume and whatever
douchebag body spray
is hot at the moment
try to find an awkward
pause where you can
fake a laugh
or a cry
or whatever emotion
you need to drive
the demons away
seek out the silence
you desperately need
grab your favorite book
and pretend that reading
in the dark gives you
special powers that the
rest of the world should
be very worried about
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flawed
a hearty chuckle when
you think back to the
innocence of your youth
how it was robbed from
you in your grandmother’s
bathroom by a curious
cousin
you can’t help but think
she wasn’t fully aware
but you’re more
comfortable being
a victim than an
understanding
adult
rational thought never
found a home in your
abused mind
and there is never
enough alcohol when
you really need to kill
the pain
yet you know at the
heart of the matter
you wouldn’t change
a thing
this is who you are
change is for those who
are not comfortable being
flawed
That’s brave writing.
Fucking loved them all…
awesome, jj