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Johnlock notebook by ~LunaHermione
Cold But Not AloneBelched beer,Cold But Not Alone by =VertigoArt
regurgitated booze
all reminds me
of home,
of him.
Warmth at
my hairline,
a caress
of my ass –
sliding around
to the front
as I slip
from his
grip
only to fall
over his legs
wrapped
around me.
A boy can only take so much.
Bricks burn
when hot enough
and screams
get so high-pitched
you can't
even hear them
anymore.
They both deserved to die;
him
for being him
and her
for not being
who she
should have been.
And I ran.
I ran
until
I could see
the smoke
no more.
I ran
until
I was
no more.
I ran
until
the boy
became
a man.
And then
this teenage man
was alone
and cold
and lost,
Springtime fallen leaf(Painfully)Springtime fallen leaf by =VertigoArt
Noticing
the (lack of)
time
that is
(not)
going by
and yet
another day
passes
and you
are
still (not)
here.
What is
here
and
yet
not?
All those lost
before their time
and (your) time
was never to be now
(or then).
And yet
your time
(never)
began.
The many, The downcast, The childrenIn the land of the free and the home of the braveThe many, The downcast, The children by =VertigoArt
sat a young man locked in his room so full of hate.
He wanted to know how anything could ever be okay
ever since his daddy died and his momma flaked.
It used to be games of planes, trains, trucks and guns,
but then his daddy left to play with sand, fleas and bombs.
His momma used to say, "Daddy's havin' so much fun"
when in reality it was momma's fun that had just begun.
There came a nonstop barrage of new men
and then he was locked up in his room again
hearin' all those moans, screams and cries
knowin' then that his momma's words were lies.
When the day finally came, they told him
Regretful 
Sta.sh
