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 Jul 2015 A Watoot
Gudden
You are allowed to touch my heart, not my body.
That's for someone.
 Jul 2015 A Watoot
Emily Jones
Your words were like nicotine
I drag through my lungs
Ash in my mouth
And stick to thoughts
Flicking out the embers of doubt
Burning away my worth
Filter gone yellow with poison
Creating dependence
Sick but addicting
 Jul 2015 A Watoot
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The buzz of cars frighten me sometimes
It feels like I'll fall
To  where meaning is against time
But I'll reach for the burning light

The rush catches up to the salt
Pooled up at my feet from my eyes
When I look up, the skies have cried too

How fast time goes
How everyday brings me closer to death
Loneliness is my bridge to my confounded
purpose
All I could ever hope to feel

It hurts me so
If to live day by day is to simmer in pain
Then let me hold on to the cloud over my head
 Jul 2015 A Watoot
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All this power

it leaves me dry

it kills every ounce of freedom

I thought I always had

just so I could have others breathe

All this power

it ruins

but never heals
"I realized that the slump I'm feeling right now has to do with all the sick things the world has shown me. "
 Jul 2015 A Watoot
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I looked hard at the lake
Saw a villain from within
I caved in the existential murkiness
To question all that rots, all that wrecks
The heart of the unknown
Is both wonder and disgust

My breathing is an orchestra
The dissonance is unbelievable
Almost blasphemous
Some creatures nip at my fleshy mortality
I wonder how they tasted me

The cold calls me with ordinary gesture
I say my greetings to the other side with pleasure
Asphyxiation desensitized me with ******* rhyme
As the romantic swell of death settles

There is no god to claim me
I am the reason for everything
That I am
No more and nothing else
People who know me might think I've gone crazy for writing something so dark. But the fact is I can only write dark things, dark stories. I was also surprised how I came to doing this poem. If someone could look at my soul it's probably all black. Death is very tempting to write about not that I romanticize it as much as I do with living. I find it very strange and beautiful at the same time.
 Jul 2015 A Watoot
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Write me a love song
I can't write one for me

Write me a love song
The first lines start
with a he

Write me a love song
It ends but
with no more we
keep me keep me from being disillussioned
Oh my god this *****. My muse is taking a vacation ahead of me. We'll I'll let her. Nobody wants to get stuck with an unstable mess anyway
 Jul 2015 A Watoot
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Beware the eyes of the scarecrow
In that field of green and yellow
He moves not but he knows you

A shield of reanimated rags and a hat of straw
Staked in the middle of whirling wheat land jigsaw
Beware the eyes of the scarecrow

Sunken, rigged mask in funny hue
Birds flapping far from the voodoo
He moves not but he knows you

In petulant summers, in the aloof snow
He stays still, beholding every secret through
Beware the eyes of the scarecrow

The sandman woos the town into a sleepy slew—
Wood limbs brought to life, twitch in vile brew
He moves not but he knows you

There in that calm caverns an Orwellian show
Of deeper ends that only some gods know
Beware, beware the eyes of the scarecrows

**They move not but they see you
Structure inspired by Mad Girl's Love Song.
one. I walked you to your car, and made sure that each part of you was safely seated before i closed the door. once i got in the passengers seat, i told you to buckle up, and when you didnt, i reached over the center console and kissed you as i carefully grabbed your seat belt and strapped you in. you rolled your eyes at me, told me you loved me and grabbed my hand and kissed it. i asked you to keep both hands on the wheel.
two. I put my hands up your shirt and rested my head on your chest when we were laying down, just so i could count your heartbeats. so i could feel your heartbeats and so my head would rise and fall with your ribcage. i ran my fingers through your hair, and whispered alive against your skin. i kissed your collarbone, your chest, your stretch marks. you asked me to stop, you told me you loved me but it tickled. i told you i adored your laugh.
three. I tried to be as close to you as i could. i asked you to come to a haunted house with me, and i let the sound of your laughter fill my ears. i know i get scared easily, that was the point. i gave you directions for the longest way possible so we could spend more time together. i turned on your favorite song, and watched your lips move. when the hum of your voice made its way to my ears, i closed my eyes and let my head lean back. i held your arm through the entire haunted house. i jumped closer to you whenever i heard a sound, i buried my face into the crook of your neck, even when i wasn't scared. you laughed at me for so long, pulling me into you each time you did and told me you loved me. i pressed my ear against your chest and listened to the way it resonated.
four. Sweet dreams
four. i care about you
four. how are you?
four. are you okay?
four. did you get home safe?
four.
five. I didnt yell back. I wiped your tears away when they escaped your eyes, as mine fell and shattered into my lap. i kissed your collarbone, and i pulled myself closer, even when i was shoved away. i squeezed my eyes shut, like if i closed them hard enough, i could unhear that this was my fault. i touched your neck, right under your hairline, and i told you i cared about you. you told me that you couldn't wait for me to say it anymore, that you didn't know if i loved you or not. i told you to drive safe, and i watched you walk away. i saw you put on your seatbelt and look at me. i watched you start the car with tears in your eyes.
 Jul 2015 A Watoot
Tyler Durden
If I Hold Your Hand, I'm Holding On For Dear Life.
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