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Ruiners WASP. And guns pointing

cavity

unlike gestation

Wound up : impulse bit blown . leak away red res red red red

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Female, 18, white
5 ft 7 in, Toned
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It took time to forget

I didn't think i would but i did
And i remember the good
Like
Faucets running
And fires burning
What did I go crazy for

?

it hurts

so much there's a tear in this heart

So much the claws come clawing

So much

the knees dont bend



So much the surprise is apathy and the face is demented like rot on a lung



I hang my head inside. I wrap up the good ones who wont go. Free as ever.

- you

I can't look anymore all

All I see are dead lizards and gaping holes



The lonely watchman takes his drag; what was your name

Grace

Lost my way long ago
doesnt mean I cant find another
path

it's been quiet lately    so I just  listen

it's well lit here on a superfical level
But it's dark inside

I can't see whats in front of me
Or what's lurking in the shadows

Pretend to be asleep
The mourning is almost here

This is the sound of a well acclimated and upstanding member of society eating his öats

I spoon said öats into my esophagus
with great dexterity
   And read many instruction manuals.
I practice essentialism. I cry when i need to.
Shake hands with my spouse
I forget the point now

My biggest fear is being alone
Or ending up a loser
But both outcomes are predicated on people's perception of me

But perceptions change

If i had money I could wear a bathrobe to the store with a zebra cowboy hat
And the money would make me eccentric

$$$$ could buy an infant from a mother.

$$$$ could buy you a liver from a healthy farmboy in peru

$$$$$ could buy you tickets to a ******
Thats all that matters in this shitshow.
Your personality is irrelevant
They want what youve got
They dont want you

Was it love

Does a child love his imaginary friend.

It was real

You made me cry when i was all alone
And the knife pressed even deeper

I couldn't face the day knowing I hurt
nobody but static air
I lost all sanity then
And you just laughed, and i just turned out the light and walked towards anywhere







.

at the point of giving no *****
Im a lost cause
I need community
and belonging

Im severed from my tribe
a talking head with a lizard brain
hopscotching over coals

The hardest part is going on when you've already made your grave

Are there still beautiful things

0900099

speeding towards the window
    firecrackers in delighted limbo

I had no mail
but the trash you sent me
You want me gone
So do i

Took a picture head-on on instagram
no filters
No angles
Not a smile

i was happy
It's a step towards real

all my relationships fall apart because i cant just be one grounded person
  
I am a thousand people, and there
     Aren't very many good ones in the bunch

The guy typing is ok,
His name is jo

i hope i die in my sleep


  
  I hope i feel
      the calm
Breeze as i slip away
Into benign
      acceptance

So quiet
She wipes away my
   Tears

2 + 2
= 5

But it's a matter of opinion.




Who's to say how dark is the night
When it's merely a shade

There is no Reason

Real life

Wore mask
Bought sprite

"Wheres the SPRITE ****"

"OVER THERR"

" THANK"

"I KNO"
Plop
A five

Drink a sprite
****

******* and **** my weasil

She sleeps in hay
The world is dead

and theresa cries in her soft hands

Stop laughing at me you ***** before i sever your throat and place
You on a mantle
.SMILEING

with the sun

and saturn with his children
All but

Digested
.

No heirs for a
KING

No heirs for the priest.
67777777777777


Io


It sets down in the blue
hills

Beaten down
fist on my eye with black tears
Boot on my throat and grey years.

Spit and dust and powder lies
& powder kegs
Dynamite
Erupting in the night
And *****
      Children in the blue light
Grey tongues and swollen
might

Rolling into dusk
No days count
Adolescence like curfew
And kittens by the string
"No more no more"
You ask
The door shuts.
January has april showers

We walk alone.

*******

  the swing sets cold

the days go on til infinity
without
mercy and clouds part
way for october

She makes me feel like filth

Like unwashed hobo
dirt

like prickly cactus in july

Like crimson tides in june

Like **** in the summer

Like blue milk in august

Like pansies in mid air

Like stripes on a lion

Like roses on a new born

Like daffodils on a grave

Like poinsettias on halloween

Like doves on a stillborn

Like grass on cement

Like numbers in a poem

Like black on a farewell

Like trying when you

Should have given up

I wont give

Up.      I wont give up. It means too
much to me

       It means too much to bleed and to feel
  so much nothing

This is not for you

This is not for your ears.


Hide away in the cellar

Play mercy

And ragtime witch pop.

We drag our sins across looming

Seas.
9p00

Going to oregon
buying some acres
.

Buying a pet

Buying a shed

Buying a home in the hills with the dead spring gardens and gumdrop suns and making a life
where time stands still behind trees

saving up

Saving up


With myself

the bills pressed in pillows
The saints plead for mercy
I had so
Much time to

            Be

To be

     Me

Blew me away pressed
My face to the wall
Shattered my lungs with a blow and
Danced on the street
Syrupy kisses
And black
Lunges

The equals had a name and they sang hallelujah
I'll be there

Hallelujah I'll be there.
.
..

Wrinkled bags and gelatinous
comfort

How was it then

How was it when gods sang to

swine?

I have realized that im a prose writer who just writes with

odd



spacing.

It's time to stop pretending,

Or just time to be courageous and write what im supposed to.

But i cant be here anymore.

2 thousand poems and i have said nothing

Like a rothko.

Blue over white

Black stretched over red and crimson
light
bleeding

The air is hot and heavy

The walls are quiet in the morning

The fragments of ash
spill into
the noon

The violins sound for the dove

The canvass stands stoic amongst glazed over eyes in the lobby

And in the dawn there is nothing left to mourn

The painting was finished

I could travel 100000 miles spanning all continents meeting countless people and encountering numerous obstacles and happenings but I'd ultimately still be stuck with myself.
Maybe that's why the wanderlust wore off.
You cant run from yourself, but merely distract yourself.
Sitting feels like dying but traveling feels like futility to reach a destination of which you never arrive.
But i keep searching nonetheless. Maybe the trick is killing yourself.
metaphorically of course. Complete detachment, dissolving into space like a
Low murmur

liquefied time and the absense of material location.

I'll still be there.

I'll still be here

It makes no sense but it felt good making it

I don't need 'meaning' to appreciate something
I can appreciate it just for being.
It says enough without
speaking

You can't live without purpose. You can only **** time

Dont mistake being alive for living

Junk
This may be junk

There are commas and there are questions

Like junk
In your
Cellar
And junk in your spoon

The creeping
Dread is like family

Bonded by blood and
embittered by
time

i wear my skin
like pearls from a
   string

I wear my skin like silent dusk

I wear my face like loose fog

I wear my pain like dripping skies

I wear my sorrow like fading night

And pray to human
tragedy

What else can i do

What else can i be

staring into a blank field and breaking my promise

the noise drips into my shell, waves like shallow graves

anxiety clutching me
And sweat beads

too hot
For covers too cold
For the ****

release
the pain and

Release me
Release

me
into nothing

I know what it's like to be dead
here and
Now.

Like the fatal dose, so sensual
The Siren of my black ocean

my life is meaningless toil and rot
and the heat sticks to me like glue

no pleasure, no pain and my senses are a green hue like the swamp

I tell no one.

It never gets better
So why waste anyones time

It takes a second to say how you feel

It takes a lifetime to know yourself

It takes money to die

It takes a train to stop crying

It takes a scientist to know what's right

It takes a man to jump in a fire

It takes a flame to keep burning

This is a long year and i've become nocturnal.
I have no routine
but i stick to my lifts.

2020

I had the vision but not the
Insight

Capitalized
Everything gets capitalized
Even the things
Which don't matter

Life

the carcasses are suspended along trailers in the dusk as

lepers coerce their dreamer

Half lit ciggarettees stain teeth
and the black lung sits silent
Like
excavation in july

No more bruises but they still run
away

If there are no mistakes in art
Then there are no mistakes in
life

let it go

000+00p000


Sit down

     Lay down

the bag and collect your payment.

Who are these people

Ruining myself

but if you let go
It stops hurting.

It only hurts because you care too much
Otherwise
It's just skin

One day I'll be free and I wont care
I will sit on the cement stairs and waste my time the right way

Alone in a grey cell with a bottle of juice

I cant wait for my
passage.

It takes 2 to move this
Stone

So it goes
   2 steps forward A lot of nothing

"Dont mistake my kindess for weakness"

She cries anyway.
Red
Tears

I999

the nights of humid air and loose sink hair
the night of barking dogs and screaming frogs
the night of silent cars and purple mars
the night of blood red wine and healing scars
the night of doves and crows flying
the night of sleeping lice and dying minds
the night of black and white pictures and leftover love
the night of swimming horses and pressed up diaries
the night of fools beckoning to the hall
the night of a concert played in perfect pitch to a deaf audience
as they all applaud

put on this planet to suffer, there's no poetry in the silence.
  just an aching like a broken clock and a heart which
slowly
rusts

thank you lime green
swimming pool with turtle neck doves that **** on  toddlers by the faculty
gym


thank you merica
  
  thank you iran

thank you god
  thank you
blm
  
thank you blt

  thank you mayo and chipotle sauces
   thank you my shoes for which I trample  blind mice
  thank
  you fathers of the land
  thank you  the dust which never settles and the hand which slaps .
thank you ,
liutenant dan . thank you  
          swallowers

when I'm dead,
  it'll be like nothing ever happened. I could have saved time not being born

I could live in the ice.
  I don't mind heat but
95 isn't pleasant. what work can you do?
    lobster red in 5 minutes
raking a lawn and watering a bush.  so you sit inside and eat popsicles.
   and it's too hot to lay down and the fan is 2 watts. the toaster in the tub cools it off quick,
  with the electrolytes and all.  another day for swimming