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Bea Rae 13h
It's okay to mourn the things you never had,
As long as you don't let the grief consume you.
i understand this frustration with advil
their simple string becoming your celestial knot
nay, your rot

shouting at touch tones
can't see you, no sun to glare
a new day is to blame

wake up and half bake last weeks clay
trouble, stumbling over a witch doctor's tome
meteor near, catch the Lord's eye as it crosses


take you sleeping fitfully
me under bridge
holding you nervously


i continue my walk
catching gnats and stabbing the air


disconnect your jaw so i may introduce another
Tragedy
tear mine
yours there

this heart skims and tears
i'm something here staring
heels stomping my green eye
it's me drooling
scream and
it's my froth and here, in left hand
the push
or pull
sleeping under the bit
killing you  
California, am i concussed or am I my friend


kibble kettle
and me mother
i come
drums tick
my friends


my life
thankful dust
give thanks

******* you lust
for you i trust


finally gives way
behind
filled

my friends click
my friends die

i didn't know we were far
alabama

man that
hoop loose point

man that dog bit
dead

man that kid
dunked


me asking to be
me or he

near
Laura


staying
or shivering



my corpse hovers near Laura



my **** and his seed
it's poured into a hill
my new escape

twenty vial
is this my new mile


life over.
no, under.


This vegetable's town.



dim and sweet
my corpse hovered
Tragedy
something to see
it's me

& red shirt
naught to give
sand between your phone calls
sandy big toe
uncomfortable


later, a shrine to flash



always said you were full of ****



now nobody wants me
pour friends and tell me


"yes, i still can"


hello
why is it so dark in there?



second edition of an emotionally absent mother
updated
expanded

currently catching fire
Tragedy
Bea Rae Apr 19
With her upbringing

She could have been a villian

Instead she chose righteousness
Jeremy Betts Apr 17
In my beginning some thing created this purposeless mess that stands before you
Knowing my best would never be enough and still pushed me through like some kind of fuuck you
To who?
To the future me, to the tragedy I'd become ultimately?
That's a ridiculously high baggage fee
Especially for baggage bestowed upon me
If there's nothing he can't do then none of this is how it had to be
But nooooo,
He had to go and put in that god ****** fruit tree

©2024
Can't feel him breathing.
Still holding mine.


Soon to be stab wound. My eye.

It's grey. It's jelly. Blue-green snake crossing new sandy patch.


Baby believe me, Biloxi betrays me. Saw you in drawn out hues.

Herding colour and tone.

We hear your tears & my misunderstanding.



Hold on to me.



Momma' pull in. Yes, this gift for thee.
The sun to shine by noon. The moon we'd pull, closer.
What this flower sings, is memory.
A true friend, your palette. Mine laughing, muddled.
The thunder and the lightning heal my wounds.
Waiting on the refresher.
The coarse discourse of loneliness, I'm prepared.
Maybe yours, maybe mine.



Napkin on the table, swaddle my newborn with the damp one.



Wishing for that lonesome whistle's cry.
It's almost mine.



Somewhere in the graveyard.
If I hadn't asked, you'd remember.
Turn away.
If you hadn't asked, I'd be there.



Looking back, it's me getting better.
From there, it's me getting out of here.


I pull ticks out of Lethe so as not to run this anger dry


I put my teeth to steel.
Into fiery doors I pull.



Some wish.
Something for you.


For Adam.
Tragedy
see how dangerous


there's it
something blue
blackberry, pourrait être allergy


Yeshua


for this stone rolls
lo que alguna vez fue
and who's he become


allow me to enter
impel for break
me bridge before crossing

bit gold in youth
voiceless impressions
a loose tooth, some indent


i finally die
on top the mausoleum
behind a mezzanine


see how dangerous
there's you
i lift you into the sky


mountain zeus from this view,
may i fill your heart with pain?
with no cause to doubt
my belly protrudes.



I surrender.
Tragedy
Jeremy Betts Mar 29
Comedy and tragedy never seem to be distributed evenly
Not sure destiny would even recognize me
Nor I it honestly
But could it, would it, should it be able too avoid me deliberately?
Surely if I coulda, I woulda and probably shoulda taken it more seriously
I know this is my millionth apology,
That's not lost on me
I'm so sorry that I happen to be so sorry
If you could find it in your heart too forgive me
It'd be
Just another thing that I envy
Endlessly
For all of eternity

©2024
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