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It is not the absence that will bleed but the silence of knowing they are somewhere else being quiet present like a flower that grows in cement without a sound while the concrete wears each season, each blossom and soon, buildings collapse and screams can’t be heard from the outside * They tell you to … Continue reading
I don’t know much and I know even less than that on days where the sun doesn’t set and instead keeps strong like a single celled organism that is devouring the sky, but I think that love is just a lie people tell people whom they trust
She waters the dead thing when I talk about how I’m feeling pretty ugly inside about the whole scenario – how it happened how it didn’t how it could’ve if we had just known how it happened and didn’t, and she says that it will just take some time to heal and to grow again … Continue reading
People want proof of the end of the world so look in a mirror today and then again tomorrow * The Armageddon won’t be so bad as long as I’m in your arms again and you are in mine and we forget that we have ended before and it was worse than this * I … Continue reading
I can no longer feel emotions, which is pretty sad but I don’t mind because I can no longer feel emotions and that makes me pretty happy too * I settled for the quiet of a relationship instead of the loud orgasms of others and their friends, though I suppose I still do that stuff with my … Continue reading
That’s it, you got it; that’s it we’re through being through, you got it, there’s no more no more, you got it, nothing’s left for we left nothing, you got it, except for the fact that you got it for you do, you got it, but now you don’t for I got it and it’s … Continue reading
Will I ever rest or is asking the question proof that I won’t * I tried to write a poem that would introduce myself in such a way that would make you feel as though you had always known me and I you and this was just a connection after always like another geese that … Continue reading
Be a fly that’ll suck you dry biting and nipping and straight blood sipping Be a fly that’ll consume an eye with no focused stare just wear, wear, wear Be a fly that’ll try to fry the food you’ve leftover to breed a sweet odor Be a fly until you die so you can hack … Continue reading
Where do poems come from besides us and where do we come from besides poems? * I met this man who said he was never sad and I told him it wasn’t so bad to feel so awful sometimes and he said really and I said ya, I’m feeling it right now and look how … Continue reading
Will I ever have you all like you have me now, then, whenever: as I was as I will be as I imagine and don’t and as you think I am until I am not for you have thought me some way and you know how much I don’t like it when you’re right * … Continue reading
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