newspaper report
Malibu, California
August 10th, 2025
mountain lion bites eleven-year-old girl
bites?
not mauls?
bites?
not kills?
I think the reporter left out a few things.
The girl was at her chicken coop
she began screaming
Her mother and a sibling came out with a stun gun
they stunned the mountain lion
the wildlife people responded, finding it hiding.
They shot it dead
How many people hear screaming and run outside with a stun gun?
My head is blue and green,
But only underneath,
Outside I’m like a rainbow,
Full of hope, bliss, and peace,
But even they are see-through,
Don’t look too hard.
I can feel them slowly fading,
Further and further away,
Should I try to stop them?
Or should I let them keep on going, going, going?
Trailing far behind them,
Without me, they have more fun,
I’m left to just watch
And feel like a boulder in the way
Of their passage to freedom.
You never compliment me
Or ask me how I’m doing,
But what would be the point if you did,
I’d only lie and say “I’m fine”
I talk to you but you don't talk back
I want you to talk to me at night
Talk to me in the morning, during the day
Talk to me happy
Talk to me like you care
I want to be able to call you and we talk all night
To the point that I fall asleep to the sound of your voice
Because out of all the sounds in the world
Your voice is my favorite
Talk to me like you want to
Talk to me like you mean it
Talk to me like you need me to breathe
Talk to me like you want to know me
Talk to me like I’m not always going to be here
Talk to me like you'll die without me
Like you need me to live
Is this just a one way relationship
Or will you talk to me like you need me to always be there
Talk to me kind
Talk to me sweet
Talk to me like you’re afraid to stop
Because if you stop I’ll disappear
Talk to me when you’re sad
Talk to me when you’re mad
Talk to me everyday
Talk to me like I talk to you
Because that's all that makes me glad
But even when you won’t talk to me
I’ll always talk to you
Still hoping one day I’ll talk to you
And you’ll talk back to me
Don't show me love,
I can't handle it anymore.
Just answer me one question -
Why it's always me, left to suffer alone?
Man, why I'm so bloody loser!
You don't have any answer of it?
Then hit me, beat me to death.
Cause in my death your saviour will come.
The door handle taunts me.
No one wants me to hear.
About me, but without me,
vibrations of sound drown
down to the ground,
as my heart pounds on edge.
A wedge of aloofness
keeps me estranged,
unchanged from who
I knew I'd become,
as numb as a child,
defiled and denied
the comfort of trust.
Like a tired mime,
I idly cry inside,
eyelids great for hiding.
Confiding happens
behind closed doors
without me;
About me or not,
I am unwanted in.
12-11-2024
How many times have they rehearsed
Abbott and Costello- "Who's on First"
Most all the players- they've talked about
Except for me, because I played...left, out
No one remembers
Second to last place
No one recalls
That name or that face
If you ask who came first
The crowd yells and cheers
If you ask who came last
The crowd boos and jeers
But the one standing next to him
Never gets called
There are no tomatoes
Just one huge brick wall
There it is
That feeling again
The feeling that
I'll never be one of you
And that
No matter how hard I try
There's something separating us
And I am again
Second place
I'm afraid of your weird looks again
I'm just trying to joke with you guys
[REDACTED] made the same joke yesterday
Why isn't it funny anymore?
I don't understand
What is this code you all have?
We have had no television for years.
People ask how can you live this way?
Don't you care
About what you are missing day after day?
I'm not missing anything.
I have lots of fun
Makings all kinds of things.
I even sell some of them when they're done.
There's hand made quilts, earrings,
And a list of read books
Which brings
Me to special meals I learned to cook
And how quaint
I can even paint.
be aware
someone care
don't just stare
looking mad
or looking sad
no doudt
you feel
LEFT OUT
I feel left out of the pack,
But I will make my own way now.
I realize I am supposed to stand out,
And inspire the world.
So let me take off these wings and grow mine own.
For I am flying to my own place not another one.
Broken by the
winds of time
Left out
in the frosty solitude
where I never
expected to be
Did you see the lights
as they danced on the
waters?
Perhaps we can work
together and build
something
to float on those
waters
before darkness
covers us altogether
and we are
left with
only shreds of
what we once loved
Why was I the only one left out?
Having to be still when I want to shout
A social reject, outcasted from the group
Turning to no one i sat on my stoop
Alone without friends
Being the hand to no one I lend
Outside in a poor lonely heap
Undying is the rage and aching I keep
Trying to keep my calm face on
Making the happiness look dead-on
Everybody fooled yet
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