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19 Sometimes I write something decent, most the time it's just angst.
Copper melted around my fingers, eyes on me mine on your neck. Red. Purple. Candles always lit, the light that cannot be contained in you. Your body. So bright. Safety somersaults, caresses, kisses, bites, touches, grabbing, scratches. Greed and lust together at last. As you. As me. Us with no boundaries. Skin to skin. Spirit to spirit. You to me.
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
A Happy Poem
[1] Set of earbuds. Black. Scratched and left to wither away. [2] Dead pumpkins. Probable COD: baseball bat. [7] Broken beer bottles. Some white, some amber, some still containing beer that has leeched into the cracks on the concrete. [26] Acorns. I collected some for Mabon and Samhain. Some were close to shattering but aren't we all? [85] Honey suckles that looked almost lavender. But they weren't. [Too many] Different paths to go down.
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 4:21 PM UTC
What I Saw on the Sidewalk
i met a boy with hazel eyes which was new to me since i had only seen seas and forests and burnt honey but never a painting he liked poetry that rhymed which is the opposite of mine i don't like to rhyme but i tried and it felt too much like him i barely knew him but i told him the truth even when i knew he wouldn't like it and he did me the same courtesy as it destroyed me from the inside so deep inside that i didn't even know i still existed there i cried because he ****** me and then ****** me over and i hate myself for ever falling so hard for those hazel eyes.
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
hazel.
I thought I was a person. A human. That belief seems so absurd. I wasn't living to you. You could've called me Raggedy Ann. Called me Barbie or Ken. You did something crueler and called me by my name. Why. Why did you make me believe I'm alive?
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
batteries Not included
"Rebel Rebel" rings in my ears as we drive on a haunted road at 10:00 at night. "Hand of God - Outro" sticks to me, a roach on tape, as his hand meets mine and passes me a cigarette. "Sober Up" gets him humming along gets him tearing up when we look up off the concrete and name the stars. "Requiem" is on my mind today for he told me about those from his past and present and future "80's Films" is on repeat this morning and I look through my photos to see one of him smiling and laughing and in love with life. The first time in years I saw him in love with life even for the length of a song.
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Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
Midnight Moonlight