I Don’t Know How She Keeps Going
By Sean Roper
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1.
legs are sore
covered in bruises
all the way down through the bone
Even with the help of shin pads.
My opponent he feels the
same way yet we still kick away.
Where you feel your ribs could break
and your shins split, you kick away.
Because you don’t know why
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She is my hero running day and night.
her hair long and blonde she is
Happy, she works all day to
take the day with her shoes.
She gets home calms the baby
kisses her husband puts her hair
up in a ponytail. Washes away
the make-up, fills her walk man
with a cassette of nirvana and begins
to run. A car comes
from behind. It stops but it is too late.
She bleeds, she breaks, she cries, she fears.
In the end after she heals she
gets back up and runs.
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Spinning in circles my feet blisters
kicking at bags my toenails fall off
punching sometimes makes my knuckles Split
running and my knees Sprain
and my ankles crack.
In the end I heal and I am stronger
faster, but mostly more graceful,
More focused to study, focused
to quit drugs, to stop drinking,
stop fucking strangers, stop being
afraid of him, stop watching tv,
stop playing videogames,
I stopped because I needed to,
because I wanted to.
I Don’t know Why We Keep Going
By. Sean Roper
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Lost Winter, Arkansas is plain, a mother
her blond hair floats in a light draft,
and the leaves underneath her, move aside.
Her hands hold on tight on the young blob
that plops and glomps through the path.
The sky is white she looks up and
with a her soft smile a snowflake falls
then another and another and another.
She picks up her child, as if to save him.
She did just because she loved to hold him
she didn’t stop to think why
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My Master asks for a pair of shoes
he starts his story of the man on a train.
This man lost a shoe out the train
he asked the conductor to stop
and of course he said no
so the man threw the other pair
off the train. The conductor questioned
this act. The man replied saying that
no one can use one shoe, you need
two.
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High since 12, Drunk since 16
Shrooms, Acid, Pot, Cocaine, Salvia,
Ecstasy, Jack and coke, Mojito,
Vodka, Vodka, Vodka.
Kiss trees, fly naked from land to
sea, the sea, the sea.
Shout names, grasp my face.
Cry in the day when angles meditate
crying, crying, crying,
crying in my dreams when devils play.
Cry when they touch me, they touch me.
It breaks me so I dance, so I scream.
Flames fill my lungs with raw Euphoria
Me and Chaos we are the same we are
Burning.
Burning.
Burning.
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