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without conflict i
wish to **** the bear that walk
with us in the dark
Awakened she stumbles upon the remains of her conscious,
Forever being a fantasy she held onto solemnly,
Fragments of realization pieced with passion left astray,
Broken hearted prayers uplift and revive,
A warrior goddess prevailing.
Seven years old
I’m playing outside
A girl I’ve been next door to for two years
Wears a cape like mine
Red
Red like the blood that screams
As it desperately tries to force its way to my brain
A metal slide I used to have
Holds my cape prisoner
Struggling dreams of if it would look like I was flying
If only it flew up and caught the wind
Instead of sink down and grasp my neck
Her mouth is open
Tears in her eyes
I can’t hear her screams
Over the helpless gasping of mine
As vision begins to fade a silver flash escapes the backdoor
My grandma darts down the stairs
Eyelids descend like time in an hourglass
My body rises to the heavens
I think this is it

            
                
                           “Grandma?”
True story
Dry lightning in the distance
             Uber home
                  Alone
 Jul 2021 Dennis Willis
Arek
In the grand scheme of things
does it really matter
if I eat a bucket of chicken wings
and keep getting fatter ?

Then gobble up a bag of fries
and drink a large thick shake
Maybe a couple of apple pies
and a chocolate cake

You must look at the bigger picture
life's just like KFC
It's all about a tasty mixture
if you can see past me
She said we were forever.
I should have been more clever
Wishing she was with my friend
I should have seen the end
Anger fills me, turns into rage
But what I found upon the next page,
Was one who truly cares
We’ve become a great pair
I made the wrong choice at first
Followed a *****, had a misplaced thirst
But what it led to
Was you.
everything changed in a breath
the world stopped and my heart
stopped
there are pieces of you everywhere
i see you in everything but cannot tell you
and now i circle the drain

the moon is clouded as my mind is
and the light is hard to see

it is not good for loved things to be torn away
their endings should be natural

every once in a while i smell you on
the breezes that make hot days bearable
and i hear your laughter in the storms

you were always stormy
bright flash and a bellow of thunder
and my garden drank its fill
but no more
no more
and now my garden withers
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