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Smoke wanders into my lungs
Slick black tongue swallowed
Bitter salt with pain
Harder to breathe
Hands feel the cold, dry touch
Sight darkens and blurs
Body numbs from the silhouette
Haunting stains on my thoughts
Have I kissed
The monster in the closet?
Slick black tongue swallowed
Bitter salt with pain
Harder to breathe
Hands feel the cold, dry touch
Sight darkens and blurs
Body numbs from the silhouette
Haunting stains on my thoughts
Have I kissed
The monster in the closet?
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in the deep
oh, you wire waisted
lace-straightened grace laden
heart beholden siren, you cannot be
held or felt or signed or spelt
by these airy hands, no.
this immaterial heart will not beat
for the shallower water that cannot
wash away the stealth of your song
twisting tendrils around variable beat.
adrenalin is my boat and i
am sinking as tides rise high,
as sky sighs over the skin of silence
between your notes falling like rain.
i cannot put the drops back into clouds like
we cannot steal the salt from the louder ocean
for your eyes cry crystals that crush
the endless mill and fill the bottomless
spill of lightless depths, your
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dirge
His girlfriend came to us four weeks later,
She had his guitar in both hands,
We were drinking cheap wine,
The guitar looked too big in her fingers,
She barely looked up from it.
She said she wanted to play with us,
Even though she wasn't a professional,
not in the way he had been,
she wanted to do it anyway she said.
We sat there quietly and looked at her,
still sipping from the bottle of wine,
remembering how he gripped the guitar,
like it was trying to escape his fingers.
The car didn't even stop afterwards,
the cops told us they knew that,
because there weren't any skidmarks,
and we didn't even know what to say,
just than
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Just this once
Dip your fingers into the atmosphere and
Brush away the clouds which sway lazily with the wind
Like soft-eyed children, swollen from
Golden ambrosia and summer's honeyed breath
Of vanilla and tangy mandarin
See those crimson comets, chasing their tails,
Nestling between the sleepy horizon and dusk where
The sun's blaze grazed the skyline and left
Proud trails like tender scars that smolder and burn
Drink in the air, so thick you could almost taste
The creamy orchids and the juicy winds and listen
To the world around you
Coming to life, singing ballads
Writing poetry
About another summer
Beneath the scarlet heavens
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Eh...I need to get more vague with my peoms like I used to be....
I'll probably delete this poem, it's starting to make me wanna kill something....oooo spider on the wall
Don't read this poem....what?
I'll probably delete this poem, it's starting to make me wanna kill something....oooo spider on the wall
Don't read this poem....what?
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wicked strange but somehow nice!