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My mouth seals shut,
pink lips pressed tight around
all the words I want to say.
There they stand, stoic sentries
to my tangled thoughts until
the perfect phrase wiggles free-
shoves with all its feeble strength
against my flesh and
the drawbridge falls at last.
(these gates have been locked for years, you were long gone before the syllables assembled)
pink lips pressed tight around
all the words I want to say.
There they stand, stoic sentries
to my tangled thoughts until
the perfect phrase wiggles free-
shoves with all its feeble strength
against my flesh and
the drawbridge falls at last.
(these gates have been locked for years, you were long gone before the syllables assembled)
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The scars
Life hurts us
It causes us to bleed
Time can heal the wounds
And stop the pain
But the scars remain
For the rest of our lives....
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to know that we are not alone
I swallow words like I swallow tea;
some part of my brain composed of every image
that has ever made me realise I'm alive (salt, flowers,
streetlights weeping in the rain, foam and lace and dust)
- this part is addicted and constantly craves a bitter, frothing
tapestry of language. It's an eternal burning desire
for new ways to put together letters and empty
space - I want that wine, that sweet and strong
and heady wine that tastes of everything on earth,
everything that humans can feel and do and love
and hate and touch and breathe; I want that song
whose drumbeat is humanity, whose melodies are
smudges of ink and dazzles of electrons, whose
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Piss Poor Philosophies
I sit here wondering how this all came to be.
Where did all this attention come from?
Why do the shadows haunt me?
are these shadows my mistakes
or my beginnings
My mind is holding these devils,
I don’t know what to do anymore.
I want the demons to stop laughing in my ears.
demons are just my kin -
brother, sister but there is no one connection
Eventually, death becomes my friend.
I realize that I know it well in the end.
Because maybe we’re all dying before we live?
but does living just mean to live
to die
9/23/14
-chromey & lovely
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It's not that I have nothing to say, but too much - much too much to ever speak - so I won't start.
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Perfect. I really love and admire how you are able to use words
so effectively~
so effectively~