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No 1 ever told me how it was supposed to be...

No 1 ever told me how it's supposed to feel...

So I'll just continue whom I'm supposed to be.

-BET-

By: Roswell LeRoy

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#40 POEM

The implication of notion, left obligation pressured as decompression compressed the thought.

Though less, unchecked facts made a decision.

Prospective crossed with habitats, met to a perception.

As circuits run and feelings get crossed, ego becomes the down play,

only to question the implication of the obligated notion.

Coherently:  Perspective on the trivial facts led to answers on a plane.

Where X and Y are seen as letters...

But everybody knows there's 26 letters. (in English at least)

Remember the plane.

It's the only place one can stand to stand.

-STAND BACK-

By: Roswell LeRoy

#long poems #poem #writers #life #perspective

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#4th Wall Poem.

I'm not ganna heal you.

I'm not ganna help you.

I'm not ganna tell you it's always: "All right."

Every time you need to hear that it's: "OKAY"

I am not going to play.

I'm not here to fuck you.

I'm not here to love you.

I'm not here to shuv you.

I'm not here to tell you: "Too stay."

I'm not here to tell you: " To-go."

We are not here to ask.

"I" Hope:

We are only here to hope.

I'm here to show you.

"It's all on you, Love."

But I'll be here.

(Wherever_That-Is)

Even when i'm "Not."

THAT, is all WE can do.

Damn...

Me too.

-ME TOO-

By: Roswell LeRoy

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#39 Poem

The words formed in my head.

Then left with:

Dismissed_Disappointment.

She just smiled back.

#39 Poem

BY: Roswell LeRoy

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POEM # 38

I'm not here anymore.

I'm just, "Just."

Waiting for the next wave.

Learning through the dance I gave up

early before.

Waiting for the next wave

I stop to look up....

Wave upon me I keep looking up.

I don't feel my my feet.

I only feel my face.

Waiting for the next wave...

Letting air be assumed,

Looking up I'm expected to be pushed under the stars:

Drowing in waves.

As long as I don't fuck up: Looking up.

I shall push:

To stay or go.

because no ONE will know.

-BECAUSE FLUX-

By: Roswell LeRoy.

#time table #writers #life #long reads #poem

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#34 ½ Poem

Before we go:

Please employ your emplode before you push start to go.

All within the moment the minute will continue without falt.

Be wise, without thought as the rest of this test will open soon.

Swoon!

and

Swoon.

Be swooned and hold all that keeps you at what you think "work" is...

For the thought spent on that minute will spin it 60 clicks till the master clock down the way corrects the time spent to work it's self back to "square."

Be round in the sound of unloading

for all else is lost if you loose focus.

though as reason ryhms "the times be changing" and here we are.

you know you're here right?

Let's go.

-HERE-

BY ROSWELL LEROY

#writers #writing #life #poem #deep state

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#36 POEM

Wait but,

I saw her...

Online: In her world; she read.

Too guess what she was now made of...

I saw her.

She knew there was more beyond the pour she drank when my eyes read her tank.

Red in the head they lay glowing in the sun.

A shimmer of gloss tossed out her last shower.

Above the retro,

she have only class as my boyish tune

looked at her ass...

But why the pressure?

But why the sigh?

For on the best of time,

but opportune to look and not swoon.

The line was long.

I sit 13 spaces...as she stood.

Ambience told her I was there;

she glanced back...

She knew then.

But only then.

The feeling of being seen.

She left.

Forgot and unread;

Unread, and basically undead.

But I saw her.

-I SAW HER-

ROSWELL LEROY

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#35 POEM

Little to none it stop being fun.

Little to much you felt out of touch.

Flux all Flux.

Fuck.

-FLUX-

ROSWELL LEROY

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Poem #34

Yo, here.

Break a hip to part-take in a sip of ripping sipping in the void of self,

Shelf.

Elf of implanted sanded glory.

Told Tory, it's alive;

"Be strive."

Stay alive,

I jive the rythem to-be you.

Be you.

Be you.

I am me.

I am me.

To live a normal life again.

Im a kid who figures out how to adult.

That's me.

Rather you or me its the journey you deserve to read and talk on.

The deveil is the bevell turned up for the sup in the red cup.

The devil is alive and well and quite swell to sell the dream too cream the team with reem.

Push the pettle to devil the love,

Catch the ball you exalt the fault in loss.

Mossy moss moss no loss for the cost.

One enemy in the synergy.

Suck me

ok !?

On the low i cooth the ruth and play no pranks of defecation.

Get out of minding!

For my sleep is a creep of nature i nurture. Perched on a herp derp i slerrp terrp and repay the onomonopia is a sound i spell.

Live in hell yet cast a power,

To shower the hour in a tower of Babylon, tab along the song

or

gong an-be gone.

Here now to see the life i sound and make rounds too the night gown the dressing i keep processing.

Rick rossing and Bossing to compare a familiar name,

I wish i could stay and stack your wallets but, I Prey to god you make it too, or shake it too.

No fame,

No game,

Just a tame i lame the title too.

Wake bake and forsake the baked cake, play my stay.

Lay down and be ground.

P.S: You're done.

Stay Classy.

#34 POEM

-ROSWELL LeRoy-

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Remember the root.💯 (If i had a "hashtag" i'd be: #HolisticAFG. Stay Calssy. -ROZ LË (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvEB8nVlrh7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1i6adcyc7rf7r

#holisticafg

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💯

this bitch empty

YEET

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can we do away with the narrative that ted bundy was this charismatic mastermind?

people who knew him growing up said he never fit in, was socially disconnected and weird, and constantly tried to frame himself as better than he was.

he wasn’t constantly wooing women—he had few girlfriends and one his victims who survived his attack literally described him as creepy. his college sweetheart dumped him for being pathetic, directionless, and insecure. the women who wrote him love letters had clear issues with men and were warped into finding “bad boys” attractive.

his victims were not won over by his charm—he either broke into their homes at night, attacked them when they were alone, targeted children, or played the part of a cop or man with a broken arm in need of help loading something into his car. he used violence and subterfuge, not charm, to hurt women and girls.

one of his lawyers described him as unpleasant and blatantly self obsessed. if you listen to his interviews, he sounds blatantly fake, like someone trying too hard to seem intelligent, normal, and likable. it’s a facade and not even a good one.

the media created the image of a charming man because he was a white, average looking, conservative dude and that automatically put him in a positive light in their eyes.

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Perfect

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