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  Feb 2015 Christopher Lowe
Lia
i have nightmares like shattering glass
my thoughts are poetry that i can't chase down
i bleed black ink instead of blood
i cry hot wax
i smell like twisted *** dreams
my ribs crush my heart into diamonds
& my saliva drips like silk threads
her hands are so small, yet they hold so much. i see everything in the spaces between her fingers. blissfully unaware of what lies ahead, i hope she's ready for it.
  Feb 2015 Christopher Lowe
Anon
sometimes you just want to be alone
in your very own room
just complete hush-hush
scanning your thoughts
and predicting your future
accepting yourself
not keeping that thick, unlit mask
in order to dress and impress

multitudes of pressure begins to melt away
it's just you
and you only
and it becomes one of those rare occasions
where everything and anything is about you
and no one can mock or criticise
no one can tell you no
no one will have any psychological power
but yourself

and this is when you lull yourself to sleep
you decide
to finally rest
and be at inner peace
Christopher Lowe Feb 2015
She left
In the middle of a clear night
Saying
You have better chance
Of counting all the stars in the sky
Then me ever coming back

So I guess
I'll be counting stars
The rest of my life
Hoping if I count long enough
She might really come back
Christopher Lowe Feb 2015
In  
      sight
                 Exists
                        Significance
Insightful
          ­       Significant
                                   Existence
Signifies
                Existential
                                  In­sight

*Insignificant Existence
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