aces high
fully loaded
cmon* rev me 10 more grand
ever since i was a childe my finger begged to be put in the fan on.

all together voice - lift syringe
angels there they never cringe
dont be scared if someone sees you
dont whittle that arm str8 thru*

dancing like a liddle slut-
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blow and blow these ez o's
never let them virgins die
roll up and roll out
think farewells to the times

singing a hymn im greedy to please
christ hold dark to gold givers

im just a sleepy child
seeing my first sunrise
and understand now why
moths fly to the burn
so lets all to the sun
dust to dust weve won!?

up yooouuuuuuurrrrrsss!!!
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drank my health, now wee wee wee
not too much just pennysworth.
the raining runs, a_way from me
colorless rust in blacklight birth
them fisheys ate my family tree
hot smell their swim, afraid free

-note to reader
i dont need to hear anything good so plz dont post anything like that.
just honest reactions or criticisms plz

Before I post about it, is each --------------------- a new poem?

half finished works and ideas that have been put together to connect thematically, namely substance abuse

They're extremely random and to short for my taste. I dont think the point is made clear honestly or it's ended completely, like it leaves me hanging.

i love leaving people hanging, it is one of the key elements of my work
my most frequent criticism from professors is that i am not being clear enough, and thats my prose lol. wat can i say? i love being ambiguous, layered, downright incomprehensible. although thats a bit optimistic as descriptors of the sample above. i think i am very in keeping with modern/ postmodernism on this.

im working on a septina that ill proly post later, which will be an actual mostly finished work

If you like it then dont stop, my poems repeat them selves to much and are random as fuck, but that's just me.