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Walking Into The Night, Part II . . Faces smeared with fading lipstick Foreheads and shirts drizzled in sweat The smell of alcohol And the faint noise of muffled music filled the night air I lost interest and kept walking As I saw my reflection in the mirrors change Some made me look big Some made me look short I looked back into one and saw my reflection followed by another I looked over my shoulder and saw a girl look back at me She didn’t blink as she shifted her hair over her ear I didn’t know what to say as we looked at each other Before I could say a word She said she had noticed me walking a few streets back and decided to follow me I felt bemused not knowing what to say She said she couldn’t sleep and decided to walk into the night The way she looked at me as she spoke paralyzed me Her eyes would not peer away from mine Her eyes were looking at mine Her eyes were looking through me She smiled and said she hoped she hadn’t startled me She walked past me slowly I watched her walk past me I watched her turn around and look back at me . . . #poem #poet #poetry #poems #poets #poetryofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetryinmotion #poetsinautumn #art #artist #poetryisnotdead #omypoetry #writer #writers #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #literature #night #love #relationships #sandiego #somali #somalia #photography

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since sacrificing the pig on Thursday our bellies have been full up! Master of the Feast, To you is Mr. Trotter. rushes to what would have been his last meal puts down his head in to the ball for a second in the right place after the gun cracks his legs go straight falling sideways we drain him from his neck another four men hold down legs and body struggle how much hopeless can attempt a last dash gets nowhere, squeeze out the last of the crimson, ejaculates in to mud #poetry

-short ode to an addict you probably never had an ode written before. at least not one that refused to feast upon the usual script of guilt and shame. why? who knows the purpose, the aim? perhaps as odes go, it’s controversial to write verses about real shit but you will exist in this ode and be real and be claimed as part of the human race. for you know how it feels to feed and sustain and nurse through spike, infirmity and pain the primal muse of all the used poets no matter their names: the muse we claim to know as suffering. -pio ulises jasso #poetry #poets #poetsociety #poetryisnotdead #instapoet #instapoem #instapoetry #poetsofinstagram #poetsociety #poem #poems #addiction #writer #writersofinstagram #creative #models #igpoets #igpoems #igwrites #poetrycommunity #cello #musiciansofinstagram #artistsofinstagram #poemofig #poetryofig #writerslife #yoga #actor #composer #playwright #director