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Arima Jan 2019
I feel it
the pantomimed
joke of
my affection.
Grinding hips
like clenched
teeth
when the nightmares sing.
Through the haze
of absurdity
I wonder:

is this
love too?
love and emptiness, my only genre lol
Arima Apr 2018
I wonder
when god
heard my wishes,
for being free of this love



did he laugh?
feeling cynical
Arima Mar 2018
I used to overflow,
tumultuous emotions
my eyes,
a steady stream.
Now
my dry eyes,
an abandoned riverbed
yielding,
hollow memories.
Arima Mar 2018
When it happened,
when I root canal-led
my heart aches,
filled them
with
unrepentant love,
my boiling *** mind
overflowed,
shattered
leaving pearls.
Arima Mar 2018
It appeared,
a whisper.
The caress of foulness
gripped my stomach,
years of negligence,
curdled my mind.
Love was dead,
I bristled
in front of the corpse.
A poem about dead fantasies
Arima Mar 2018
I await
winter's wind
whisking me
from
the vice,
called your love
  Mar 2018 Arima
Jack Kerouac
The low yellow
moon above the
Quiet lamplit house.
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