For my brother, on being friends:

December 16, 2011

Emotive Portland People singin judgements in the streets.

you rubbin off on me, nothing complete.

it always gets to the point where its

incomprehensible

where it’s childish to consume

where everyone wants to get angrier,
shake and then pretend they haven’t made anyone upset.

when someone else helps them get better.

never mind how it looks on the outside it is not how it feels on the inside.

why’s it feel like we’re all waiting for the girls to start singing in the kitchen?

the kitchen where everyone has the exact one they take home.

This entry was posted on December 16, 2011 at 10:49 PM and is filed under Poems.

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