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cynthia-thompson6y
cynthia-thompson6y
I have been writing all my life. I hate profiles! If you would like to know something, just ask, MmKay?
Goodbye goodbye And by the way Take all those stupid things you say Goodbye so long And don't forget To choke to death on your regret Bring your paper And your glass I hope the door will slam your *** Take your brittle broken tears I hope you're drinking them for years Goodbye goodbye Now drown your sorrow And I won't want you back tomorrow Take your fire and your ice You burned me once I froze you twice.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
On your Way Out
Words unformed stuck in her throat Dry as a first communion host She tried to push them past her lips They slid back down In a fevered putrid torrent All the things she could not say Trapped inside her mottled mouth Beneath her swelling tongue An angry cloud of hornets Again again again they stung All the words unspoken An abscess ripe with pus Throbbing in her throat Every breath a battle An emotional death rattle.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Choking
Kiss me with your serpent's tongue Wash that poison down my throat On a wave of thick saliva Until I'm spitting your lies Back out into you face Then ask how I can be so cold Like it's not the backwash From your frozen soul **** me with your perfect smile Across your face With icy hands around my throat Choke off everything I am My headlight eyes Wide with surprise High beams flicker out.
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
Kiss Me **** Me
People who die Aren't always mottled flesh Rigor mortis And full of formaldehyde The dead are not all in the ground Fermenting and bloated Stinking and gaseous Slipping black skin like greasy banana peels The departed are not all in Heaven Rattled skeletons left behind Long and short bones laid out straight Plastic eyelids covers long popped aside They are the ones with dead cold eyes Empty hearts and clenching hands Emotions extinguished like matchsticks Left out in the rain They are out of tears They are out of love They are out of time They might as well be buried bones.
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
The Dead
You know, it breaks my heart, my friend To see you so defeated It makes me wish I always could Be everything you needed When angry words are thrown at you I want to hold them back And when your world is dark and cold Bring color to the black If I could lay a banquet out Especially for you I'd use the finest china And purest crystal too I'd fill you up with all the things You need to feed your soul Because to me you're beautiful And happy, well and whole If I could fill your life with joy I'd do it every day Because I know without a doubt You'd save me the same way Hold out your hand I'll give you mine We can't be perfect But we'll be fine.
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
For My Friend (to Cindy Parks)
Your mouth Reminds me of a pus spewing wound Building poison pressure bursts to the surface Erupting a hot flood of thick green infection Splattering over everyone you touch Like volcanic bile. Your words Are an ill smelling fungus A sick compilation Of every hateful thought Infesting your heart Like a sac of wormy toadstools Your life Is a blame game A who to maim game Projecting fault Verbal assault Destruction the goal Of your cold blackened soul
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
Abscess
I love your chunky chunky limbs And your graspy little fingers The way your eyes are clear and wide Taking everything inside Two of you So different so beautiful Miracles of love and life All the good things in the world Inside your laughing pudgy bellies Two sets of everything Perfect pleasure To hear those throaty gusty laughs And gaze upon those gummy smiles Double trouble double joys Monkey boys.
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
Two I Love You
Shut up shut up I can't hear you I won't listen Goodbye for today I'm off to the gloom ***** I said shut up Not comin outta my room If it wasn't illegal I swear I would punch you Split them flapping lips maybe shut you up For a bit Make you wipe off all the spit and blood Give me that look like I'm so awful Shut up I Said Can't you Hear Me Screaming screaming Curse you out Only in my head? Some night you're asleep Pillow over your face Pressed against your nose and that big mouth Hold your arms down ***** shut you up for good.
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
Shut Up *****
I will take all that crap on your floor Sweep all that **** right out your door Bring down the mess I crammed in your attic Haul it away without any static All them things you folded that I threw back on the floor I'll fold 'em again on the folds from before. Wait a minute...what? No, I ain't gonna do it now Gonna take a shower Maybe watch a little Fox on the tv Play a few hours of scrabble on my iPad I told you it'll all get done Just not today maybe not tomorrow either Hey, I am gonna take all them poems you write Tease out all your dreams and ambitions I bet you'll see we have a lot in common Have the same goals and all that **** Tomorrow you'll wake up and we'll have a new life Just like the one you keep saying you want and saying you want What, you think I'm some kinda dream weaver? Just tell me what you want and I make it appear outta thin air? I will give you a new life Just as soon's I get my Fox watchin, Scrabble playin *** off this sofa Now what did you say you wanted again? I mighta put it up in the attic Under all my other ****
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
I Will Give You a New Life
She made her entrance as The Undisputed Queen Underlings scrabbled To see her, to be seen She favored no one Lest they favor her more She sighed and she waited To take over the floor Striking a pose High up on her stage Bathed in the glow Of her personal glory She never perspired Lest she grow tired Playing her role Cold as ice in a bowl Losing herself In an act of delusion She couldn't hold on to her precious illusion It slipped through her fingers And out of her hands Despite her persona And her endless demands The house lights were out The crowd was long gone No more props No more set For emoting upon The moment was over For the lines she had blown She walked off of the stage And she went home alone.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
The Monster's Bride