Wild Ativan


by Jaedyn Rosenthal

Where is the old flower with earth flowing through it?
Wave quietly like overlapping tides instead.

I am all things.
Me? I was supposed to be at this concert.
The ocean, the ocean, I will make it better.
All cities get misty with splashes

Fuzzy, but its warm enough.
spinning past the flowers
He spins, she could dart when a petulant bucket, petulant planets
I lifted my hand towards you
I am as crazy as a human. I don't care

You speak queens like letters quaking. He spins, she could dart when a petulant bucket, petulant planets become slanders and -- "America stop pushing I know what I'm doing" --
maps become their fake inward.
A brain spinning past the flowers and we will swallow these kings, sad priests.
Swatting on outward in the street from the madness, laughs. Will planets crumble past?
Flat hawks couldn't quell the street deserts,

last smothering they are tall, we are the ant disappearing.
I am the measures that bomb these deserts,
faked behind the sweat swelled crazy.
Their morose father cuts away his chains,
outward shallow hunters.
Dolls moved petulant verses,
quelled the crazy of a fuck toward the hills.

He's ready for the drencher,
and he'll go straight to heaven, don't give him your life.
It's hurricane season two weeks ago.
Like a tiny little poke and then they're fricking done!
Hold him down were gunna give him a lumbar puncture

I mistook a bus for a train because I wanted my travels farther away.
I'm still tempted. I have three legs in the door, got changed in my good dress.
I fell a little drunk in there, better a boot than them summer shoes.
Now you listen here, communist dictators are still men. Once they were children.
We pound eachother's back that we do not stab, I never ate food after that.

It was easy, come and doubt with me.
What happened to Roy's bible, I can't seem to bring it home!
And I am sad that I neglected him for the baby.
I have six samples, you have two little girls.
Fuzzy, but its warm enough.

He goes falling into the drowned bones.
Never command a sailor, never view a sea.
Never love a lion nor desire a bible.
Where is the old flower with earth flowing through it?
Where is the cold flower that withered before I knew it?
Wave quietly like overlapping tides instead. Never lead a sea, never meet secretly with the mainlands.
All cities get misty with splashes of your sordid affairs.

I lifted my hand towards you, holding wine that had become hollow thoughts,
of passing out in our own sick.
She pulled away out of our mind-meld
and I cried.

I am all things.

I am as crazy as a human. I dont care, go to hell in anger -- "Go to hell, I wait for it" --
Pulled the piano plug in his ears.
A terrible typhoon, keep it in english excuses.
Me? I was supposed to be at this concert. Your crying is right, too many seconds.
The ocean, the ocean, I will make it better.
"And this is a story about what it would be like if I was HIV positive, and I wrote a story about being HIV positive at 4.00AM in the morning, hahahaha get it?"
Far away I was caught, and kept in t-cells. 6x10, with no windows.

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Writers Bio

hello my name is jaedyn and i write things that pop into my head sometimes but not all the thingsbecause i selectively choose just how crazy i wish to appear to other people ^_^


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