#control poetry

[insane-control-room]

the earth and moon, locked in dance, ebbing and flowing, carrying in grasp and controlling the tides, bringing life and curiosity, a romance that started with a momentary crash, and lasts evermore in heavenly orchestration.

[insane-control-room]

he kn

nothing

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THERE IS NO END

[insane-control-room]

joey knows how to figure skate

henry feels his heart inflate

joey slips

henry catches his lips

[insane-control-room]

Dads

Dads. Fathers. Abbas. Papas. Otecs. There are millions of ways to say that special word. There are millions of ways to be that special word.

Some.

Some take their kids to parks and teach them baseball or some other sport. Some play video games with their kids, let them put makeup on them. Some are the only parent, and try their hardest.

But.

But some take their kids to their rooms and don’t let them out, or let them leave. But some take away their kids electronics, and hurt them, leaving bruises. But some abandon the other parent, leaving their duty.

Please.

Please, if you’re going to be a dad, be a father. Please, if you’re going to be protective of you’re kids, don’t overstep boundaries. Please, be there for your kids.

I just am giving you some advice from experience.

[insane-control-room]

If if fell

even all the way to hell

id want to fall with you, no matter the price 

because i know you’ll carry me to paradise