The Swimmer BY: Lannon McGregor

I'll swim Autumn's seas,


‘til my skin’s biting numb;


I'll leave behind the trees...


and what the world’s become.


I’ll say goodbye to family,


to friends and enemies;


I’ll put everything behind me...


‘til it’s me against the sea.

Let the city go.


It can rot for all I care.


Along with stuff that people bought,

from apathetic millionaires.


My arms will soon grow tired...


and ya, I'll probably sink. 


But I'll be free from all defilers,


adrift in my utopic drink.


None by Lannon McGregor

She cuts her skin
With a razor so thin
And bleeds out all the pain
That hides inside
And won’t subside
‘Til she cuts herself again.

She demonstrates
Her discovered fate
Thru words scratched in her arm
Words carefully chose
Changed as often as her clothes
But always still spelled harm.

No one else felt
She deserved love for herself
So why should she even try?
They called her strange,
Passed it off as a stage,
Still blinded to the beauty that she hides.

The Hitchhiker: By Lannon McGregor

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His soul has long been sold.
He walks close alongside death;
His legs are growing old.
In fact, getting older with each step taken.
His body shakes in waves of panic,
As he walks amongst the stars.
Calm twilight, sidewalk graves,
And the highway's hissing cars.

They said he'd appreciate a mile of sun,
When he had walked a mile of rain.
But lonely storm clouds can't be outrun,
And show little signs of change.
The wetness weighs him down,
And now he struggles with each step.
His heavy eyes loathe the sight of ground,
And his lungs draw tired breaths.