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life

N ettles stinging beneath (what is it? muscle, tissue..?) my skin
E volving dread, alarming doom in my stomach
Unlearning my own essence
R eeling
O verthinking
P unished by my shadowy jailor
R eeling
O ddball?
G uarded
R obbed of potential
E very section of society
S nake-like recoils... or else
S houlder-shrugs. They can't bat false eyelids!
I nvisible terror I suffer's no contest for instagram followers,
O God, O please mama, let them, not me, drown...
N ose-dive, hair weaves deep in Skinny Chai Lattes!

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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Flora$$$ghostw12

Poiemeh kalos

Hold a lamb around your neck

Silver tongue

Easter Sunday

Now I finally feel the resurrection.

My Father smiled at you,

Like an artist gently resting his paintbrush,

And, breathing out, he admired his work.

Easter Sunday

My Father looks down on you,

His children,

As if you are the sun,

Smoothing out his wrinkles.

Believe me, he is proud of you.

God is good

The major general

I'm the Major General I'm smart and stern PATTERN UP YOU ain't got time on your side

31420

Thirty one thousand four hundred and twenty. Damn

The light

Exists only in certain postcodes W6 w12 are OK don't Subtract anymore though Or the light becomes disturbing Refracted in an odd wsy Because it is too far out

Jazz tuba

A silly idea

DIS ERE BY BOBBY TIMMONS

Dis 'ere..." Cannonball announces, E flat sax of his all lit up In the smoke-filled club, "... is a jazz waltz." Brother Nat' s horn Plays a foreign fanfare, Proclaiming the second coming, Like a thousand tongues of Prostrated Pentecostals. This here's a whole congregation, Of foot-tapping listeners who, In the Spirit, are slain. As they pray for life in 3/4. 3 counts and no rests. Jazz. Period. No Bach Chorales, No laboured grace notes No European overthinking. A primeval urge to survive Set our ancestors, Like driven jazz drummers, Hurtling towards This promised land: thuggish, smug in its all-knowing 'un-reality'. This double-edged sword Of knowledge: Science and Faith. Which one's the gloopy black Murderous residue? Product of neuroses, Our glib hypotheses? PAIN. Is an entire people, Destined for syncopation, Like a band on the brink of combustion, Yearning for open fifths And blues scales, Imperfect cadences like Suffering unansw...

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Poiemeh kalos

Silver tongue

Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday

God is good

The major general

31420

The light

Jazz tuba

DIS ERE BY BOBBY TIMMONS

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