Submissions by jcas11868
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Often
Often
So many times, so many rhymes, go to sleep, luck never shines
At the spot, you talk but nothing comes out
Your existence is a void, just a price for clout
Hold the glass, and swirl it around
My patience swirls like the spirits on your breath.
I love you to death, and death is your cab ride home.
Streaming lights, jaded sidewalks, and swaying shadows in store.
Perhaps this might even the score. You’ll be back for more. …back for more.
So many times, so many rhymes, go to sleep, luck never shines
So many times, so many rhymes, go...
So many times, so many rhymes, go to sleep, luck never shines
At the spot, you talk but nothing comes out
Your existence is a void, just a price for clout
Hold the glass, and swirl it around
My patience swirls like the spirits on your breath.
I love you to death, and death is your cab ride home.
Streaming lights, jaded sidewalks, and swaying shadows in store.
Perhaps this might even the score. You’ll be back for more. …back for more.
So many times, so many rhymes, go to sleep, luck never shines
So many times, so many rhymes, go...
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Detox Again - Such a Fall
Here we are again
let the darkness begin
one foot, the other too
next, come up quick in the queue.
Yes, I’ve been here before
Two weeks, no last week
right there on that floor.
I learned, but I went back to the black.
Sign here? Ok. What about my backpack?
Hold onto it, in that side blue room
Wen I’m out again, I’ll be askin for you.
Shake? Most definitely.
I can’t hold water for my jumping belly.
Sorry about that, I’ll clean it up now
Although I might fall as I take a bow.
I told you before, this place is familiar.
Like the...
let the darkness begin
one foot, the other too
next, come up quick in the queue.
Yes, I’ve been here before
Two weeks, no last week
right there on that floor.
I learned, but I went back to the black.
Sign here? Ok. What about my backpack?
Hold onto it, in that side blue room
Wen I’m out again, I’ll be askin for you.
Shake? Most definitely.
I can’t hold water for my jumping belly.
Sorry about that, I’ll clean it up now
Although I might fall as I take a bow.
I told you before, this place is familiar.
Like the...
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