Poem By 'Merse' Mersedes III

They are here to bury
Yes bury me to everlasting sleep
Come on you little kids
Carry me to my bed
Let me rot for you to see
Do I a favor, can you knife out my heart,
Put it in a jar and save it until I come back
From the death of my life,
Can you make sure my soul returns to see
What has happened to me? Please
Just let this one small dream come true
And let the other ones fall and drown
I just want to see my own dead body
In a billion years later, what is left of it?
A fossil buried in dirt, flowers don’t surround it
But I want my actual organ, to be visible
I want to see in my soul form that I had a heart
I want to remember all the times it beat for me
I gave my life to it so it can be free
But I want to come back and thank for it

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Spanish Words

My memories of that night yell in a small voice coming from the corner Where the body of that girl that night can be found huddled in a corner dead beneath the tall buildings in the perfect heat of that moment walking on the concrete sidewalks filled with so many cracks you can't help but step on one, if your mother knew it'd be more than a broken back

Orange cheeto stained hands Rub jeans leaving spots to be washed Pockets filled with wallets Black wallets like the night I ate turkey tilted on white bread without a care about what others though, animal abuse, steroids, heart failure

Dear Beauty

Dear Beauty
Dear Beauty,
Thee so miraculous
I so hideous,

When You Abuse Me

When you call me names,
When you push me hard,
When you rip my life apart,
When you hide my stuff,

4 Years

Oh my god, it’s raining
After four years of hot sun
I might actually be able to run free
I’ve never felt such a beauty


I was trying to be someone
The person you would always love
But at some point I went wrong
So, now you don’t want me

Not Me

So pleased to see,
That finally it’s not me,
Who is teased, and
Ultimately you got yours