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  • asjthewriter 1w

    The Lyrics are as follows:

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    Burnt Toast

    All of a sudden everything came together
    All of Sudden anything was possible
    Nobody's talking with their hand around a glass
    Strangling wine
    Strangling bourbon
    Strangling fragility
    Strangling alka seltzer

    All of a sudden, a smile appears
    All of a sudden, happily happily happily ever after
    Nobody's chewing with their mouths full of bathroom soap
    Bubbling out
    Bubbling over
    Bubbling wild
    Bubbling curses

    Everywhere you don't put butter's gonna burn
    Everywhere you don't put butter's gonna burn
    Everywhere you don't put butter's gonna burn (gonna burn)
    Everywhere you don't put butter's gonna gonna gonna...

    Pay the toll
    Butter knife, humanity
    Champagne flute, virginity (so mad at me)
    Long ago we've crossed
    So long ago went marching
    Tell the smile, grab another bottle
    Someone's gonna crack you open (open, open, open)

    Beware

  • asjthewriter 1w

    This Thought

    good as a playlist
    Swallows the shift,
    unbuttoning before the noble crown,
    "To each, his own."
    Three eyes dote in a silky capsule.
    Beat, heart, you amulet.
    *Pours in the sound of bath in honey*
    Think more on textures in the middle.
    How they've made us laugh,
    No matter if language finds this life to be more real,
    Aimless, its shuffle through the grey.
    Everything has already happened to us.
    Aren't we alright?
    Today could be
    a button stuffed into the sweaty, palm of
    our unwashed hands.
    Religion- very, much, so, individual; Personal.
    Fighting now, another urge,
    Once the window appears,
    To pray this poem.

    ©asj

  • asjthewriter 2w

    Moonshine

    Sickness stalks the common grounds
    Busy, littering, gum wrapper bodies
    Home-remedy eyes, full at the edge
    Paper-thin, pink, slips
    Recovery, at the island bar
    Smile's stained, a lifeless, mason, jar
    Lid, cracked, half-open
    The smell of Fame,
    A catcher's paw, tossed into waste
    Here's looking at the moon tonight


    ©asj

  • asjthewriter 3w

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    New Year's Eve

    "I'm glad the world is ending!"

    *Before eating the fruit*

    "Nothing but a bowl of stems and pain,
    Come to think of it..."

    *Chewing on the meat;
    teasing out its nectar*

    "All these voices, talking inside my head.
    Man, telling me what to do.
    Go here, Go there. Go after this..."

    *Seeking out the seed
    Seeking out the truth*

    "This is my body Isn't it?... Isn't it?!...
    Oh. My. God, I have a body..."

    *Waving away another snake*

    ©asj

  • asjthewriter 3w

    Night Horse

    Sympathy is quite a saddle, isn't it?
    Warm like a cold
    Cold like a hunger
    Puts a squirm inside yer bones
    Somebody's dancing in yer socks
    Worms swarm the belly pit til it turns
    A life wants something to behold
    Like a light snuffed out
    Or a premature baby
    The headline reads; before flicking ash,
    "I'd help you up from the bloody ground
    But my hands are full of aches and noodles"
    Can't make a system like this up
    Can't tell my niece who to put in her locket
    Can't even say,
    "If something's wrong, call 911
    That's what they're for"
    Because we're black

    ©asj

  • asjthewriter 3w

    They come, they eat
    They hear the slap, they go

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    Mosquito

    Microscopic tasting
    Fast food
    Buzzing grace
    Love sick
    Hungry airborne
    Hands roaming
    Slam!!
    I beg your pardon
    Something was there
    Just a second ago
    Sucking the life right out of you

    ©asj

  • asjthewriter 3w

    She says,

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    It's Not That Mama Doesn't Care

    I just don't know what else to tell you
    Don't know where else to suggest you put "it"
    Perhaps, Lay the heavy thing down
    at God's all-knowing, hair-washed, feet
    Somewhere it won't grow into nobody else's trouble
    All that shoulder leaning ain't too pretty
    Besides, you're grown now
    Shouldn't need that much huggin'
    Shouldn't need your daddy to hold your hand anymore
    Hmph.. (*turn out the nightlight*)
    Or kill the pests that find your bedroom warm and cozy
    Matter of fact, When daylight comes,
    go find a flathead and learn your way around a fuse box
    Try putting your blinds up by yourself
    that naked window makes you look too vulnerable
    You need to fix it, nobody's coming to rescue you
    Don't matter if it ends up hanging, loose or crooked
    Don't matter if a screw or two is missing
    Shouldn't need but a few to hold it in
    Stop all that sniffling, your makeup's running
    I'm talking about screws
    Nobody mentioned any tears

    ©asj

  • asjthewriter 5w

    How many reasons to say...

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    Sorry 101

    The child in me, Misunderstanding,
    Builds up a fort In front of a class
    From apologies. Lectures about this
    Inside a tree From behind a book
    Of disconnection I almost dropped.


    ©asj

  • asjthewriter 5w

    Aloe Skin

    Burns on the body
    Succulent says,
    "Get you some jelly!"
    Break the skin
    Salvage the meat
    Hurts everywhere
    Remember me...
    Remembering
    But ain't it funny
    That's what the good Lord
    Did to me
    Cept' for some other
    Hurting body
    Aloe Skin
    I'm reckoning

    ©asj

  • asjthewriter 5w

    7 Days (Burgundy)

    The part of night he chooses to appear in is faithfully hidden. While becoming a woman, he sets me upright, makes me unlike a fearful youth whose been quietly touched by somebody's hand; adjacent to theft, a freshly cut wife. Her lost bouquet, giggling silly off wine from its first, wedding, night. Mama never got the chance to brush my hair back and explain, tears filling her eyes, that virginity is something only God can take. Likewise, I say to my mind's reflection, neath' the flickering lamp of a brilliant smile, "Virginity is something only God can give, and if lucky enough to be chosen to know him, gift again."
    *
    My blood is warm and burgundy when it stains the comforter. Throughout the sacred halls of my body, it feels as if my predecessors have loosed themselves at the same, blessed, time. Divine, the way it properly hurts my temples. I don't complain. Some others do. Some guide it in by making room. I wash my sheets without cursing them. Release the battle of cleanliness to its rightful owner. Hollowing the home, I might hum the soul's prophetic tune or eat a good meal. Might journal the beginnings. Might cry a little bit at the alternative end. One certainty, I'll make amends. I'll grow in wisdom.
    *
    When the masculine voice suggests to me that I rest myself, if I am not yet ready, I'll continue to shed. I silently know this. I can do something else but once I feel grateful, I will listen to him and the world will become more kind a place. One where I am able to shamelessly thank my holy mama because she did not take away from me my prayers for daddy or like-safe arms. Thoughtfully, I pour them out, to free myself. One-hundred-sixty-something hours, I bleed from the well without succumbing to sudden death. Across seven, burgundy, days of sheer creation, My womanhood is not a wound and I am not a broken soldier. Existing then and yet, again, from inside out.

    ©asj