swvmpfaerie - Hello Poetry

I've devoured all of the parts of me that weren't strong enough to stand on their own, flossing with ligaments left over from weak muscles torn, given up, gums bloodied by bone splinters.

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Sep 27, 2020

Sep 27, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC

swvmpfaerie

Picking Skin From My Teeth with a Switch Blade

I've devoured all of the parts of me that weren't strong enough to stand on their own, flossing with ligaments left over from weak muscles torn, given up, gums bloodied by bone splinters.

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Visions of them leaving, evidence such as this I have not for my claims, just a feeling that I trust... I have no choice. What is there to do but believe? Burn me with your tongue; I question your innocence before I obviate my doubts, piling up like bodies in winter. There is no room for this despondency. Your touch an effigy of permanence accompanied by sea salt - scents I need to drown in if I am to ever forget how your fingers felt on my skin. My eyes subdued fail to tell all that my anima screams fervently; lips sewn, I cannot deceive, but you, you certainly saw this coming. Duplicitous cruelty, tectonic shifts when you leave. Perpetual ivory haunting; I remember everything, how you built me and beat me to a mass of abdicable flesh. Too late for limpidity, you call me on a camp adventure while I'm still singing "defeated", my faith electrified, I ask... Is it a surprise now they're all gone? I am not them.

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Oct 15, 2018

Oct 15, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC

swvmpfaerie

Soothsayer

Visions of them leaving, evidence such as this I have not for my claims, just a feeling that I trust... I have no choice. What is there to do but believe? Burn me with your tongue; I question your innocence before I obviate my doubts, piling up like bodies in winter. There is no room for this despondency. Your touch an effigy of permanence accompanied by sea salt - scents I need to drown in if I am to ever forget how your fingers felt on my skin. My eyes subdued fail to tell all that my anima screams fervently; lips sewn, I cannot deceive, but you, you certainly saw this coming. Duplicitous cruelty, tectonic shifts when you leave. Perpetual ivory haunting; I remember everything, how you built me and beat me to a mass of abdicable flesh. Too late for limpidity, you call me on a camp adventure while I'm still singing "defeated", my faith electrified, I ask... Is it a surprise now they're all gone? I am not them.

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You are somewhere in the sky, I’m not even sure if you are real anymore. I will stay here on Earth, boiling, tossing Wildly under your spell, all the while.

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC

swvmpfaerie

i still feel her - part 6(VI)6

You are somewhere in the sky, I’m not even sure if you are real anymore. I will stay here on Earth, boiling, tossing Wildly under your spell, all the while.

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Make me feel again with cyan sky eyes, destroy fear that multiplies.

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC

swvmpfaerie

affinity.

Make me feel again with cyan sky eyes, destroy fear that multiplies.

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Sacrificial wind, powerful and frightening, blew open the door.

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC

swvmpfaerie

pleasance.

Sacrificial wind, powerful and frightening, blew open the door.

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My heart remains lost between indifference and the mistakes I've made.

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC

swvmpfaerie

expansion.

My heart remains lost between indifference and the mistakes I've made.

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Your dark, sweet essence overwhelms all of my senses, How do I go on?

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC

swvmpfaerie

shaking.

Your dark, sweet essence overwhelms all of my senses, How do I go on?

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I see many stars, just staring down the bottom of an empty can.

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC

swvmpfaerie

my problem is

I see many stars, just staring down the bottom of an empty can.

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"Rough", a polite way of expressing my apprehension from the start, couldn't have known I was shaking for all the wrong (Reasons) that you left are in surplus this season; flipping vowels upside down along with my smile, and faded hues stand out the most now; this pale blue follows me but that seems so irrelevant most days. Years pass and as my eyes grow feeble, I see more, more, more, and you are the greatest beauty I have ever seen, your fragile chest and broken bones more than memories for me to launder between the parts of my brain that still give a **** I replaced the decay of my spirit with rotted lungs, with magick however alleged, ritual a key, components fine like the filigree that lined my illusions, dramatic tone and teeth marks make me quiver, alchemical bonds between the ground and I, afire is the sky and my insides turn bone white and glowing under your moon. Stop spinning ... The feeling of overflowing consumes me, and abundance isn't always preferred, to tell you the truth I kind of miss all of my innards being contained within me. But each day I feel a little less invisible and it gets that much easier to deal with this (hole) thing, forget the flashing moments of misery in which I could suffocate myself because it's hard to complain, I must admit I've created every crevice and ****** crack that you see on my body with my own devices, like trying to mold clay with scissorhands; This expulsion may be near unpalatable but it seems to me the only thing that helps me forget, truth is I don't know why I haven't yet; just chaotic noise like the raps that flowed from the lips of the artist that I wasn't paying any attention to at all that night at that coffee shop.

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC

swvmpfaerie

coffee shop.

"Rough", a polite way of expressing my apprehension from the start, couldn't have known I was shaking for all the wrong (Reasons) that you left are in surplus this season; flipping vowels upside down along with my smile, and faded hues stand out the most now; this pale blue follows me but that seems so irrelevant most days. Years pass and as my eyes grow feeble, I see more, more, more, and you are the greatest beauty I have ever seen, your fragile chest and broken bones more than memories for me to launder between the parts of my brain that still give a **** I replaced the decay of my spirit with rotted lungs, with magick however alleged, ritual a key, components fine like the filigree that lined my illusions, dramatic tone and teeth marks make me quiver, alchemical bonds between the ground and I, afire is the sky and my insides turn bone white and glowing under your moon. Stop spinning ... The feeling of overflowing consumes me, and abundance isn't always preferred, to tell you the truth I kind of miss all of my innards being contained within me. But each day I feel a little less invisible and it gets that much easier to deal with this (hole) thing, forget the flashing moments of misery in which I could suffocate myself because it's hard to complain, I must admit I've created every crevice and ****** crack that you see on my body with my own devices, like trying to mold clay with scissorhands; This expulsion may be near unpalatable but it seems to me the only thing that helps me forget, truth is I don't know why I haven't yet; just chaotic noise like the raps that flowed from the lips of the artist that I wasn't paying any attention to at all that night at that coffee shop.

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Counting blessings on both hands- worthy company and light gleaming past the sunsets & quicksands, my body and love resemble perfect synonyms, health and your serenity carry me through, intuition is all I know; stopped counting the days long like molasses and run on sentences I can't control any more than this feeling, surpasses all reason and confidence shakes under the weight of reality, could have should have known each touch was sacred dividing my dreams into crooked halves; quixotic the way I cling to every exchange, glances revealing truths swept under sea with a heartbeat, pleading for remembrance, proof of transient marvels and opulence, lost and wondering but not what if, instincts sing stationary, staring down a cliff.

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC

swvmpfaerie

blessings.

Counting blessings on both hands- worthy company and light gleaming past the sunsets & quicksands, my body and love resemble perfect synonyms, health and your serenity carry me through, intuition is all I know; stopped counting the days long like molasses and run on sentences I can't control any more than this feeling, surpasses all reason and confidence shakes under the weight of reality, could have should have known each touch was sacred dividing my dreams into crooked halves; quixotic the way I cling to every exchange, glances revealing truths swept under sea with a heartbeat, pleading for remembrance, proof of transient marvels and opulence, lost and wondering but not what if, instincts sing stationary, staring down a cliff.

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