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The journey to Davy Jones’ Locker

My mind is lubricated

with the wine of thought-

it seeps pleasure

and craves empty bottles.

 

The tornado of infinite joy

licks the glass

like an overzealous lover.

 

When the glass becomes dry

the pirates’ wife comes out to play.

 

She teases my lips,

numbs my throat

then contaminates my cadaver

with her black, spicy spirit.

 

Her whisper is a

clap of thunder

and captures me

like a grapnel

as I become squiffy

and load the gun walls.

 

Avast!

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Our fragments

I gave you the stars, you passed me a rose.

I told you a story, you sighed.

I listened to you and your tangled worries and waited for you to listen to mine.

I’m neglected and you’re still aching.

I can’t extricate the bonds

but I promise you that

I’ll always be patient.

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Disorder

coffee

That caffeine high.

 

Coffee o’clock

insert creative fuel

#coffegasm Shhhh…

seduce my delusional heart.

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The best of two beautiful storms

The best of two beautiful stormsA little festival

between us.
This great invention

to display our emotions of wanting:

to turn pain on Earth

to make you smile

“I’m here for you”

you understand

there’s nothing left because you knew.

 

 

 

…I’ve posted this poem about 10 times and each time I post it the format looks awful. This is my final attempt of posting it so please forgive my poor soul if it appears shit.

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A letter to you

Dear whoever

Dear whoever

 

don’t stress

stop waiting

you can not be silent

forget.

 

you are the thing people don’t understand

humans leave

the world is about pain.

 

sincerely Becky Forbes

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Eyes are keyholes to our souls

Writing in bed calms my mind and helps me sleep. My sleeping regime is appalling.

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Never
have we looked at the good
and smiled like we did.
Our smiles are
broken.

But we can
flood
those hidden tears.

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Vulnerable Creatures

A little bit of poetry before I rest and it becomes Monday.

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But we are all just daisies
waiting
to be plucked.

Even the most beautiful things are
damaged
and crushed
into oblivion.

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