What We Are, And May Be.. i am not a social being. i am an art-creature ,'/, ,','.’'/’,' , ,.,, ,,.

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Echoes #poems are so sadistic,. I sit here, mulling over th't which pains me.'., As you appreciate the depth of my words And notice the symbolism Of the fine., blue tre'e Off i'n the distance ,. A strong thank you ,. Goes T'o T'he Select Few Who read my #poems, and Frown. Frowning because they know my pain. And as i speak my aggravated ventilations That sadistically wrench my step-father.', jon,'!… Into a million cancer-less pieces I want to hear your cackles echoing back., to me ,.. And when i cry over my long-lost father Who could be closer than the ground., to me But he chooses only to raise my sisters As i die slowly and painfully in my shit-ridden hell .'/., I want to see your tears trickling down your cheek,'. , I want to feel them as they land upon the ground My cheek receiving th't evr-slight tickle As it feels the salt of your eyes Accosting my skin,'. . , Cry with me I want to hear your echos ,'!'’ ,'…, !', Cry me With your tears

0.1798611111 Face encrypts the grace plateau Mother sweeps the season's Row So please just keep our lights in tow Don't wanna swing off; don't lose the road So bittersweet is your bare feet Touching pavement; wood panels creak Keeping peace still out of reach 4:19 and it's time to dine Face is long so sing a song Write a day off from your throng Take a bath inside your thong Keep the peace that straps your long Can we get high yet?.'?? Tell me the truth Milky Ways beat Baby Ruths String the leaks and slip the change Slip through ruth and eat the pains 4:19 it's time to sing The seconds break, clocks fucking stin,'k When time doesn't fly, what flies time by'?.., These seconds won't go by., we're never gonna get high.',!.,

A Stack of Books A Stack of Books for my lush, small nightstand A glass of water rests on the books Solitary, I swallow and I snuggle in my comfy sitting spot The wall beside me holds the frames. The lamp Lights up my page as the windows Cannot. The sun has gone down so long ago An itch at my ankle. At my back's expense, I reach forward to itch it. My hand Loosens its grip on the pencil As my thighs hold up my notebook, My muscles let me snuggle again. I am Comfy. The basketball Dribbles. She passes it To me. I drop it. Gravity sucks me Inward. Inertia Keeps me From moving. She's sitting on my lap. It would take more than one match to burn all of this down. -Justin F. Van Buren 8.Thirty.20lł2