The Boy and the ClownThe voice speaks to him The poor little kid It's cursed him forever Of it he'll never be ridThe Boy and the Clown
The voice comes from his doll His Fella plushy That's dressed as a clown With a smile of insanity
It speaks to the child Tells him to do horrid things On Halloween night Terror it brings
The Fella turned to him Saying its time to kill Instructing the boy That his family's blood he will spill
The boy begged for mercy But the doll told him no Said there was evil inside him And its time for it to show
telling a sad story backwards-17.telling a sad story backwards-
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
i climb into andrew’s bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he can’t see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.
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he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.
"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.
for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of
to map sunrises...one day I will tell my daughter to touch herself before she ever lets a man do it for her, to learn her body-secrets and the shape of pleasure. I will tell her that San Francisco always keeps your heart. that her skin is a blank canvas, that hair grows, the value of the right kind of disrespect. that the older we get, the more we need the people who knew us when we were young. I will tell my daughterto map sunrises...
to give away the secrets that keep her up at night,
and that there is never a wrong time to love someone, but sometimes a wrong way. I will teach my daughter to travel with
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You do the opposite of everything you say...Why do you even bother to speak if you just lie, and don't know the truth?
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You do the opposite of everything you say...Why do you even bother to speak if you just lie, and don't know the truth?
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...If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world...
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Don't let anyone stand in your way. If they do, walk around them.
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i am glad you can relate to my poems! thank you thank you thank you!!
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