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zachary-green
American I like short stories better, and most of these are poems I write when I cant think.
In between my plow synthesizing into swords and my daily meditation medications I took a trip out of my way to the other side of town and shook the hand of my lovers lover there was no greater joy then the grip of flesh his and mine and our eyes setting into a blend entangling into each other like a night of nigh drunk passion and in that moment I didn't hear a thing, my screams of contempt the beating of my headache my throat screaming for vengeance and my heart sped up my heart beat took off until spent then for the first time in a tear filled week I felt nothing
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Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 6:19 PM UTC
zen sort of ********
You know how to say all the perfect words in perfect order spoken with the broadest of dialects and just when to pause and ask "does this hurt yet?" Our time doesn't exist and it probably never did But I still brunt the words out from in between my teeth out of my coup de grace verbatim and watch them sink at sea I don't know that a noun exists in this language and I know you would not waste a second to translate it or to write me back or talk me down
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Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 5:18 PM UTC
Cundelum
Sweat, sweat, beg, beg, shut up Is anything I say ever going to be enough? If I wrote lines in the sand every time I thought this would there be any script or 'scape If this is a break, or is it broke why does it feel like so much work If all I wanted was what I couldn't pry nor plead my way into would you still be so shut If this is what three word phrases feel like what would it fell like to hear im done If sand was blood and water was blood and blood was blood would you still be so aneimic If I layed on the beach making sand castles and eating sea life and drinking *** would It ever be enough
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May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 9:36 PM UTC
Slave Labor
Did you see that? He broke a mans sternum he never rests nor tires he drinks martinis with flair he drives all the fastest cars and he didnt even rest he went through 33 bad men he went through a case of *** he had all the girls on his lap That was good I feel like **** now though Ill never have the girls Ill never be without fear Im alone Im a coward Ill never drive a porsch Ill never have abs I am poor I am obese Did you see that? That was good But now I feel like ****
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May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 8:54 PM UTC
Lavitia