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Touchand given that my life is not so much a life
as it is a void, and not so much a void
as a transposition,
three steps away from the
truth of things,
a smear of grease-paint vision,
given that i have spent hours with
my back on the asphalt spine
staring at the pale shell of the sky and
imagining myself as nothing but the
nothing i saw,
the paper-bone annulment of life,
some misstep between
‘born’ and ‘die’,
given all this, i had no choice
but to throw myself down
at the temple of incarnation,
and say before i drowned:
‘oh lord, save me, for i have
lost it all, and i am floating,
and i am falling,
and i am gone’.
at first i offered him blood sacrifice,
or close enough,
stinging tallies of the days
when i could not remember
what it felt like to be alive –
i decorated my skim-milk thighs
and waited for fruit,
or stars, to burst
behind my eyes.
but then i learnt better ways, gentler ways,
things that he gave me, or perhaps
things that i gave him
AcceptI fall into wretchedness
like lovers’ arms. The sting is lost –
the burning lamps of stars begin to fade,
and soft grey muslin is drawn ’cross the
Hello, I say, and pull myself
out of bed; in unison
the atoms of my bones
are yawning their lament.
The eye of the stormPull from me a hundred
thousand things –
unspool with gentle hands,
you who are so sweet
in the needled dark, cold-foot
and rabbit-heart. A hundred thousand
things: my head bowed and heavy
with reverence on your chest, honey
and flowers and flames of a fire
hot and aching and bright, a fire to
sit beside when the
windchimes jangle madly in
let them eat dreamcakethere is a time for revolution, there
is a time to topple the tsar and his tsarina;
there is a time for dirty air in dirty lungs to become
fire, and scorch away brocade, scorch away dead
flesh. the rotting tyrants:
memory, and impasto-thick
grief, like chocolate clogging on the tongue.
they are inseparable, feeding each other grapes with
shoving, sultry fingers, lethargic and
lolling on their thrones.
there is a time to pull down the pillars
and roar like lions as they smash –
and that time
but oh, the people are tired. the people want to sleep.
the people want sugar spun lies, just a little more.
the people are too hungry for falsities melting
in their mouth – their stomachs ache
too much to storm the palace
this star-crust winter night.
cotton-shirt boy. breathing in
my hair, my skin,
stars, planets, i orbit
you. we spin apart.
i am not
Regurgitate.And she talks,
and talks, and talks,
and she is crisply pressed, neatly
dressed, she is an apple of a woman, beneath
her skin there’s snowwhite flesh neat and vitamin
and my lip wobbles, rot-ness pouring
out of the corners of my eyes, black
inkwater smelling of stagnation, a lake of nothing,
and despair is dribbling
from the most intimate corners of my lips,
from the twisted scar where I fell off the swing
age eight, slammed my knee into my jaw and shoved
my teeth through the wet wet meat;
“but – ”, and my voice is cracked
and young and sour-thick, she tells me it
all just comes down to stress, dear, it’s
kindly she tells me all about how I made these stones
in the poisongrotto of my mind, how I built them
with fingers shaking and throat catching, how I built them
atom for atom amidst rainstorms, amidst
wire fences and the muddy coating
of my own fevered
they’re your babies and
Ophelia unrelentingI keep all the
underneath my tongue :
they're the ones
that say you
love me -
- love me not
in this madness,
in this suspended
state of grace :
I will soldier on,
I will not allow
this willow branch
A Secret that she died withIceTear cried again,even if she did not tell other cats.She would always love ShardClaw,she could not hate the tom who hurt her so much even if she tried.
IceTear felt sick knowing the truth,she would always have a part of ShardClaw with her Literately.IceTear was pregnant with the toms kits.
A feeling of regret and shame washed over her.ShardClaw had not loved her nor would anyone love her or the kits.IceTear wanted to scream at the unborn kits in her belly for making her feel so ashamed of how she had loved the tom.
For the next few moons IceTear hid her pregnancy from others.One day IceTear found a way to rid her self of the shame and burden....Have the kits in secret and give them away.
IceTear had left the camp one day feeling the pain coming on fast.She hide away close to a cabin were TwoLegs would stay in the New-Leaf.IceTear gave birth to Three tom kits who looked like a perfect mix of her and ShardClaw.Feeling ashamed she found a TwoLeg and got the TwoLeg to pick up the
A song out of songsYou should have killed me when you had the chance. because. you were the king and now you're unconscious.
we can't be friends. sugar.
You really got me. this is gonna hurt. to hell and back.
this means war. sleep with one eye open. till the death of me. know your enemy.
We won't back down. with a little help from my friends. you're going down.
just the way you are. you deserve nothing and I hope you get less.
Darling. tonight the world dies. breathless. and all things will end. across the universe.
don't be afraid. I'm not afraid. Everything will be alright. in the end.
Everything's an illusion. and I fade out. the memory. on my own. since you been gone.
Say you'll haunt me. I'm lost without you. bruised and scarred. still waiting. Congratulations I hate you. I feel so on my own. How could this happen to me?
My heart is broken. I want you, I need you, I love you. my angel. It's not over.
Love is. . .
Love is when I can't fall asleep because you are on my mind.
Love is impossible to describe, like the taste of water, or like how you taste on lips.
Love is when I wake up wishing it was your arms wrapped around me.
Love is our morning texts and goodnight wishes.
Love is not being able to stop thinking about you, wondering if you are happy.
Love is the worry that comes when you are hurt, wanting to kiss your wounds, even if you are my strong solider.
Love is meeting your gaze and having my heart trip.
Love is laughing with you, our fingers intertwined swinging, wanting nothing more than to be beside you.
Love is not wanting a future without you, wanting to wake up beside you and knowing that you love me back.
Love is . . .being yours & you being mine.
A bloody warrior's heartWith front-held pain
I wandered the world,
Alone I walked
My heart gone grey...
Then I met her
Our meet by chance,
Her strain was worse
Than mine ever was...
Since our encounter
I vowed her aid,
My heart for hers
We'd share the rain...
My heart now aches
It slowly bleeds,
A warrior I was born
But now accompanied too...
A question with out a answer A man asked me a question
A tiny question
Why would you want to die?
I laughed at the man
I don't want to die
Thou i know for a fact
One day i will die alone
One day my life will be forgotten
I will be nothing
Even if you tell me others will remember me
The ones after them wont
Someday i wont even be a memory
I wished i was immortal
I in the end would be alone again
Every friend would die
One day even the world would die
I would always be alone
why did i want to die then
I told him even i don't know
Not-so Idle ConversationYou are like the sky in so many ways.
Let's begin with the fact that you, as a person, you are so vast. I could spend years talking with you and still not know the workings of your mind.
For the most part, you live your life underappreciated. People take you for granted, thinking that you are too common-place for their notice, when really, you are just way over their heads.
Sometimes anger clouds your countenance and rage flashes behind your eyes, but never for selfish reasons, for you are always practical and thoughtful of those around you. I also see you on normal days, the times when nothing clouds my vision and I see the true blue of your personality. People don't know what they're missing.
Your words. You choose them ever so carefully, always gentle and unsure like rain on a windowpane or a breath of wind. How refreshing it is to listen to you!
When night calls, you don bold colors, alarming shades of pink or red like sunset, a facade. A mask that men call "beautiful."
Current StatusSo a few days ago my boyfriend wanted me to tell him about the current status of our relationship...
Current status is too boring of a word for our relationship
Couples who go nowhere often talk about their current status
We are special
We fix what is broken
And mend our torn hearts
We speak to each other
And we listen
We don't just hear
We take each and every word that comes out of our moths and take it to heart
We can turn anything into something truly beautiful
"Current status" travels far beyond forever
Into heaven and eternity
I love you
houdiniwhen i drive at night,
i like to close my eyes
and see how far i am fearless.
does that concern you, dear?
i want to understand you
likes stoners want to get stoned -
it's addiction but
i just want to know what you know.
you see, i want your secrets
to drip from every pore,
to nestle in every crevice
and to blossom on my cheeks.
tell me why you hate your sister;
tell me why you hate your laugh;
teach me how to solve your riddles;
tell me you love me and i'll love you back.
and if my suicidal games make you nervous,
please tell me, for i crave your sensitivities,
if you convince me not to close my eyes,
i could kiss you less blindly than your iniquities.
tell me how you hate my words
and how you miss me like i miss you;
dare to love me more cruelly
than any other man has dared to.
show me your jealousy
like the flash of a smile
and your gentle lust
like a blush upon the lips,
and i will be more fearless than houdini,
maybe i could get my thrills from you,
which - though risky -
chipped off nail polishTell me what to do, boy;
my nail polish is chipped off
and I know I am not perfect.
Tell me what to do, please
it's hard to swallow
and I cannot breathe
because you're out there somewhere in the world.
(Where the hell does someone like you come from?)
My lips are bitten
and my heart is sore.
People say that strong emotion is good
that it means you're alive and sensitive
that it's better than the numbing lethargy
And it's true, I've never felt this present
on this blue-and-green marble world of ours.
But oh god, I cannot take it any more.
My shoulders are thin and I am pale and sick
and I do not know if I can survive
any more of this feeling.
Tell me what to do.
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