Miraquill
clay
i have had my clay in the wrong hands
molded and scorched was their plan
my strings plucked to their harmony
a sun could show you the shadows
that control me
but the night hides everything
the flicker of light that is my voice
choked, by dust that I keep shut
now it is all i know, hoping no one
voodoo’s me, waiting for the spring
to feel clean.
nleroy8
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ped
i want to explode
like you did slowly
to my body for your
pleasure, now you lure
my pictures and you will
always be the puzzle piece
i want to muzzle.
you don’t deserve peace
of mind, or hands to sign
onto others because in my
head you are snappable
lead and I will be the eraser
of your file, ped. -
shirt
i’m the shirt on your hangar
will you pick me first so that
maybe i can be
your baby.
warm and comforting
hug yourself to feel me
embrace i hope to cause
the pink on your face.
yellow leaves
run the light
the heart on your sleeve
is vulnerable tonight. -
nleroy8
119w
nails
every day, is a new
nail in my mouth
screw my teeth
every time i think i
found the bite, i end up
back in the white.
lacking color in
my picture, i turn to friends
for support, all they do is
lend answers i did not
ask for.
my response is always sure
even with the blood dripping
down, my canvas becoming
loud in anger.
it calms and softens after tears
like a load in the wash
i fold and feel it on my back
still cold and wet.
if this is what life has set for me
then i should swallow
all the nails.
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nleroy8
120w
cloak
i feel for the people who
choose to be alone
they are healed with
nothing to lose.
just waiting for the night
to light up the moon to see
its smoke everywhere
to wear our cloak.
strange how we wear dark
in mourning but at night we
sparkle white.
maybe that is why there are
so many stars
the wish they grant us is to
join them far away.
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nleroy8
121w
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i was so calm before the storm hit.
#panicattack #panicked #sad #scared #storm #hit #men #mirakee @writersnetworkpanicked
i panicked
felt unnatural
for something
with my
name being
in it.
i hit
myself over
and over
natural instinct
for men
to do.
i breathe
but yet
it won't
leave me.
i was
so calm
before the
storm hit
my wit
could not
get me
through it.
it was
a blitz
in this
dark abyss
no stars
for me
to wish.
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done
i have picked between
many poisons and i am
surprised that i am not
done.
living not dying always
being bit by life's venom
teeth in skin, bones crunch
and i cannot run, yet i am not
done.
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nleroy8
121w
wash
soap runs down to clean
thoughts blow me up like a
fiend.
missing the r, i am
lonely with plenty of
company.
i did not invite any
here, they just play by
ear.
i fear they play too much
they need to go, too many in the
bunch.
i just wash my body with
my head being cloudy in this
storm.
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nleroy8
122w
impaired
i cannot run
in my mind
in a park
or from problems.
stuck like gum
in hair, impaired
all I think is that it is
not fair to me.
i drink a lot of water
it runs in bodies
so that's my hope.
maybe some morphine
can free me from painful
thoughts, they are old like
my heart on a cane that i
constantly unfold and wear
that no one can see since i am
glued to a chair.
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dim
i won't dim the love
just the lights
cause i only want to feel
with him every night.
©nleroy8
