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A Aug 2014
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~lets take rearview mirrors off life~
the past seems closer than it appears
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A Apr 2014
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So what if I am nothing
It's more than I'd like to be
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A May 2014
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cream lathered tongue,
resonating with endemic metallic.
tasteless mornings.
//
A May 2014
//
Excuse me while I pick the shards out of my breast
A Apr 2014
Lonesome is
Seeing illuminated walls and only noticing the bodiless shadows
27
A Nov 2014
27
Days like this remind me
of the 5 year old hanging
from her pink feather boa.

Contrived Eyes,
Smile wide,
Downstairs
at a drugged up,
perfect table.
Far, Far away.

I grew up
and threw it
Far, Far away.

Thanksgivings been found at the bottom of a bottle
and I'm thankful for the dope in my pocket.
I burn that life away.
And this is where I fly
Fly high,
Fly,
Far, Far
away.
A Apr 2015
I have these ghosts haunting the corridors of my mind
When I focus hard enough
I swear I can still hear expired words
And see them turn corners they once had with permanent smiles.
4am
A Nov 2014
4am
These **** yellow lights
Threaten my corneas-*

your legs belong to a pin up girl*

Someone is staring at me,
Pale faced,
Sullen brown, red trimmed eyes
Being held by purple shelves.
Gazing at my legs
I glide my hands from my ankles
Grazing unrecognizable
Willow limbs,
******* the scarred flaking notches
Fixated on my newly found eyes
I realize
I never felt my own deterioration.
Yeah I realize this isn't much of a poem
My b
A May 2014
Lace me a crown of dead flowers,
  white petals tainted.
Cut me with thorns of new life,
dance to death in circles
Through the honeysuckles.
For you my loves
For you
may queen
For you
What's the birth of new beginnings when you've just found your end.
Kind of ironic.
5am
A Feb 2014
5am
Lately you've been on my mind
While I was thinking about my problems
It's 5 am
the thought of you
Is peeling back my eyes
Laying in this bed of mine
I see you come through my bedroom
And lay by myside
As your tender hand carress
My outer thigh
I feel you breathe down my neck
You are the reason why I can't listen to the same songs that I use to
I doubt I go through your mind
It's 5 am
And the though of you peeled my eyes
A Apr 2014
Intoxicated* by the sweet juices of your lips,
I slurp your affections
having them flow into the fjord of my mouth
As your tongue seeks refuge.
I wallow slowly into your seductions
blushed with moonlit lavender and ****** secrets
yearning for an escape through your ecstasies
A Jan 2014
my heart is
concealed.
fluttering vibrations coat my throat holding the gasps of his essences I draw in
I am frozen.
convulsing on this bed
I am deaf
and I love it.
the buzzing in my head makes me weightless
I am floating
and I love it.
rolling my neck like a swan
I am freely chained to your body
and I love it.
feeding on your exhale
I am thriving
on your ecstasy alone
and I love it.
legs going numb
only feeling between my thighs
and I love it.
the burning on my ***
from the slap by your hand
and I love it.
red is smoldering.
as I lay by your side
and I love it.
the blanket of afterglow
while we finally are alone
and I love it.
A Oct 2014
I need a love:
Who moves as a poet writes poetry.

I need a love;
With deft hands
And slow,
Free fingers.

A love;
Who spills their colors in blots,
Without care if it blurs the colloquy.

A love;
Whose soul waltz as fluid as
Ink from a quill painting calligraphy.

Endless-
As the mind is to thought.

Constant-
with no regrets.

I want a love as a poem is to a poet.
A Jan 2014
August sun stung my eyes
as sweat trickled down my brow waiting.
Anxiety and Fantasy banged around in my head turning like a picture book
i saw you emerge from the blinding lights and heat waves
Baby i was smitten by you
inhaling deep sweet smokes from the tip of a pipe
i walked a concrete line as sweltering reality dipped and swerved
dancing around your carelessly moving body
Baby i was infatuated by you.
resting in the shadows of the day
I, i couldn't breathe
you stole the breath from me as you kissed me
i had an enviable lust for you
Baby i loved you
the gentle swerves became dodges
I grew impatient with you
having miserable meetings over your movements
you chose to move with someone else when i went to the bathroom
Baby i hated you.
blinded by the words burnt into my head
feeling her imprint where I
I was suppose to fit!
Baby i hated you!
i gave you my heart  and you burnt it!
BABY I LOVED YOU!
this monkey wrench beaten me into madness,
impaled by my rage
I ******* hate you!
your gentle touches ripped the fabric of my soul
you ******* murdered me!
Baby you burnt me.
leaving nothing but a ****** scarlet letter
i scrubbed my skin with sandpaper
And couldn't get rid of your traces
Baby i longed for you.
i needed you.
i loved you.
**I love you.
A Sep 2014
I fell asleep Summer
  and
Woke with Lungs
Frosted Autumn.

Sun buried beneath my Skin
Washes Jack kissed lips.

Without You
   I wake up Autumn
A Aug 2014
sever me from my chords.

For No longer do i wish think anymore.

take me to a tree.
let me hang like october leaves.

theres nothing,
no sign of life
left
in me.

lay me on the ground,
To wash away from the rain falling down.
there's
        no
         life
            left
                  in
                        me
The thing about knowing you're probably going to die before many
is a strange happiness that you'll never have to live through the pain of losing them.
A Jul 2014
They say home is where the heart is.
Well honey,
you have mine.
So come bring me home.
-Nestle me in your arms,
So I don't have to be homeless
no more.
mornings without my cozy walls
A Feb 2014
an emptiness swells up in my chest
and i do nothing about it
i just wanna carve my chest up
and throw away these worthless bits of me
A May 2014
I know her by bittersweet, 
And she tastes like melancholy. 
My morsel of perplexing regrets.
A Sep 2014
There is no such thing as old school romances;
Just delicate photos,
And
Dried up roses.
A May 2014
I touch myself with your fingers 
As I lay here alone
Burden with the reminder 
I have only my own.

Each trace,
      Up
       And 
         Down.
Pleasureless.
A Oct 2014
Through refreshing rains;
Breath's creation
Happy birthday.

~A special thanks to Sverre G Holter for delightful suggestions that has improved this little poem :)
A Dec 2014
Love melts
the Snow;
Frost
and heats the Rain.
Steaming home's comfort
In the coldest places.
It's fire rises infecting solitude
With panting red.
Every time you breathe
I see Love.
A Dec 2014
Yeah, I know I don't go down like wine;
I'm not one of
gentle
refinements.
I've been told I'm more of a whiskey.
But I swear that tastes like love.
I know because I've drunk the bottle.
If you ever tasted-
You know there's no such thing called a glass.
A Apr 2014
He whispers me late night daydreams.

Maybe I want to make you breakfast.
Maybe I want to find out what foods you like.
Why you like them
Where you first tried them

Maybe we should start with a coffee..........

timid silence...
     untying the bow of my lips

Maybe I'm a hopeless fool
                                                           ­                   Maybe I was smiling.




Have you ever kiss someone and you can feel them smile

                                                         ­          

                                                     ­                          yeah,
                                                                ­        I like coffee by the way

                                 Some day,
                                    

                                               Some day.
twilight conversations imprint on my mind tonight
A Dec 2014
Hey ladies and gents whom may read this :),
  This isn't a poem I just wanted to clear some things up. I'm not going to say whom or anything but I get messages on here- a decent amount,-and I love hearing from everyone- everyone's always been so lovily and I just love meeting people on here and reading their art and lives everyone shares, It's defiantly one of my favorite alerts on my phone/email/computer; I get even more excited with private messages and people sharing poems in the groups such as the "inspiration" album/group and " let it trend" group because it just makes one feel good that something you've written touched someone else and how some where in the world you've connected to someone. Always find the connections beautiful. With this being said I've gotten a number of messages from primarily  women who think/became under the impression I am a man do to my writings. Perhaps it's because some of my writings can be/ come off sensual or idk come off/can be graphic? not 100% sure, I guess people have been missing my bio were I say I'm a young woman. Everyone whoses written to me about intentions always been sweet-never offensive behaviors, but since this is a reoccurring thing and I've already depicted my ***/gender on my page I didn't know how else to kinda, come out as a female, besides writing a post. But yeah I've never/don't take offense to have people think of me as a different ***/gender or having a different ****** interest than I do, so just incase one of the people who read this have sent me a message under the impression I was a man, I don't write this out of any bad emotion or harsh vibes and -well private discussions already been made with clearing things up so hopefully with that there's already an understanding. I hope no one takes offense or is annoyed by this but I don't know. I just feel bad getting a message and potentially hurting someone by having to revealing something like my *** because you never know how a conversation or event may make someone feel and I like to respect people: especially when someone puts their cards on that table. But yeah going back to what this is about I'm a young woman for those who didn't know or wondering. And I still stand were I stand to anyone who wishes to message me or have any questions or comments and/or suggestions feel free to do so and all are welcomed and I truly do mean that :))
With love,
AG
A Mar 2020
I wonder if that teacher knows
That house she calls a home
Is where little children would roam
Up and down the stairs we’d go
Trotting our feet down like a heard of buffalo

I wonder if she can still smell the tea and toast
And feel the warmth that kettle rose
All those years a go
At the place I called home.

As she walks in the kitchen,
Does it whisper her my secrets?
A Nov 2014

Look around the world around you
Watch people yell into telephones
"burn it all down"

Just sit among the evidence
And feed off of the calm.

A gun to head awhile now
Yeah-
It's much ado about nothing.
Just keep inhaling the peace.

11/11
A May 2014
The only thing I felt today
Was the burn of the suns radiance on my legs,

The only salvation was the light
Cracklings of my last ciggerette.

I watch the letters smolder brown to black.
Blackness flaking off of smokes back.
Dancing off in it's bittersweet serenade
I've succumbed to what exsistance I have made
I only wish to walk in the footsteps
In the last of my happiness.
A Apr 2014
I am not a wise girl.
I'm foolish at best
All I know of this universe lays beneath the crevasses etched in my skin that I wasn't even a conscious being to know how they even got there.
I know of the silk ribbons that are my legs, 
do wonders.
I know the highlights of my stripped hair, 
attract a variety of strangers.
I know the painted mask I smear makes people believe I am
"pretty",
Valuable.
Within the vanity of my reality 
Remains the wish for authenticity,
I am not a doll.
I will not say "I love you"
As you try to pull my string.
I've ripped that from my back years ago,
For I play no foolish games, 
And for that I'm seen as *broken.
A Dec 2014
I dream of tangerine skies
And endless seascapes,
Seamlessly mended by yellow threads-
Prepared to be veiled
By crushed blue velvet.
*Serenity
New England is gorgeous through out the year.
Ever changing, colorful and scenery that's drinkable. But I gotta say I'd love one more summer sunset this year. :P
A Mar 2014
He read me my precautions
Only removing my own decay
In return his novocaine 
Don't you worry about nerve endings,
They'll splinter up eject themselves away
In time you'll teach yourself to capsulate the pain,
Just sign your essence away,
I'll give you more novocaine.


*"Sometimes it's better not to feel"
A Apr 2014
I have yet to meet your face which makes it so strange that i already seen your eyes. 

I've seen your anatomy in constellations as i take my lonesome walks at night.

It is you that illuminates my way     As the crux moonlight shines the seas with my hope to greet you.

 I have yet to meet your tender lips but I know they hail from Venus.

Aphrodite has baptized every square inch of your flesh with her sweet nectar and filled you with ambrosia.

 me,
To salivate over the heavenly sweet honeys your heart is made of.

To sip the wines of body.

To quiver whilst the aromas of Spiced leaves and freshly cut wild roses travel down my throat to course your brilliance swirling through my veins.

How I wish to taste you

to merely taste you.

To taste your passions would satisfy and bind me with violet laces to the end of time.
You, Child of Aphrodite
A Jan 2014
they took it all
they took it away from me
i can have anything
nothing to mend
nothing to numb
nothing to heal
i have dissolved into nothing
nothing but quakes and vibrations
these throbbing hands aren't mine
last shreds of seeing have been blind
growing cold
i am concealed
in this hell that seems surreal
A Mar 2014
****** to hell

     life of loneliness 

Words dripped from your ever feeding mouth
Drenched in your drugged reality
I opposed with confidence
                           you 
                           * destroy*
                                        me
A Jan 2014
soft and warm you fall into me.
brushing my cold walls as they melt to form into you.
alone we dance
in this slow trance of senseless ecstasy and wonder.
skin is thin
finger tips sink in
as they fall in to the notches of your beautiful bone structure.
caressing you exterior
your life vibrates on to mine.
like silk threads straining through my fingers
sighing in your crisp aura
i feel whole
A Apr 2014
To Whom it May Concern,
i write to you a dead man.
my thoughts have been long forgotten
my fingertips stroke lives leaving only track marks.
I shed foreign skin of a body i belong to no longer.
drained and pale
i rot while grimacing
at the living carcasses i see at play
if only they knew
the world fades to grey.
    sincerely,
          A decaying soul
A Mar 2014
Dear ******,

I ******* hate you
I ******* HATE you
You ******* rot my loves
Inside out
Leaving death holes and track marks
Killing their teeth to Swiss cheese
******* nodding to sleep in the back seat
I ******* hate you
You ******* double crossing *****
You make them love and forget
Til then don't anymore
Cold and shivering
 you leave these "outcast junkies quivering 
To steal for their next 2 minute fix 
You ******* stole my loves from me 
Through their noses
Inhaling your bitter vinegar 
Shooting your warmth
I'm so ******* sick of you killing the kids I use to build sandcastles with
I ******* cry how you've infected old friends and lovers
Dear ******, 
I ******* hate you.
A May 2014
A thousand bees 
Swarm o'er me
Pique flesh
With liquid fire
Flushing my body
In naked vermillion
A Apr 2014
Don't write me 
Lines of your deceit 
Don't touch my heart
When you just want to touch my inner thighs
Don't look me in the eyes
When they'd rather wonder
Don't treat me like something
When im nothing
A May 2014
I'm glad to hear,
for a short moment,


                 laying on my lap,


talking,
  
          laughing,
      
                    massaging

eachot­her for hours
You felt connected to me.

I'm glad to hear
you "maybe" talking out your ***.
Thanks for the chocolate.
A Apr 2014
slipping little feet into mothers shoes
lipstick deforms little pink lips
plastic curlers tangle knots
hands wiggle free from oversize cloths
that child is me
i am that child today
bewildered by our society
a child i stay.
A Sep 2014
I am dyslexic,
And I can spell:
D-e-p-r-e-s-s-i-o-n.
Font wards and backwards.
I can invent new ways,
How it looks,
sounds.
I am dyslexic
And I stumble over the word:
L-I-F-E.
This lyfe's
Syllables I have yet to conquer
Or the ability to make it possible.

Life

                               Lyef

           Liph

                                
                                           Lief
Depression
A Mar 2014
My hipbones rock me on the wooden floor 
Protruding from my frame 
Skin bruises from simply laying on my stomach
Yet I am not skinny
 red lines mark where the folds of my stomach have been, 
my arm like wings 
my thighs hugging each other tightly
 stretching occasionally my eye catches the reflection of a stick like woman I can't recognize in the dark window until I realize she is me 
as that settles in my true details fill in 
morphing the strange woman into the ugly that is me. 
Striving to become the strange woman that once was 
I shove a finger down my throat
A Apr 2014
My arteries tangle 
Bestowed with anxieties
I know what awaits me 
celebrating a fantasy 
Of drunkin junkies in disarray
Allow me to adjust my mask for this masquerade
Ive reached judgement day
Of shared blood I haven't seen in a half a decade
Forced smiles to distant cameras
Cover up track marks
Oh god, none has yet changed
Let me sit back and disengage 
Refining my predetermined misanthrope ways.
Awaited family gatherings
A Dec 2014
Do you hear the cellos moan in the distance?
Voices achromatize and beckon?
Can you feel the vibratos?
Can you feel them echo within your vacancy-
Feel your warm silks quiver-
Members within tingling ridges,
Can you feel it?
The electric awakenings
shaking dilated eyes,
Can you feel it?
*-let me hear you
I wanna feel you.
A Apr 2014
Crawling into the cove of your neck as my shelter
I devour you.
Filling my hearth with the the coals I mined from your company.
Smoke and free spirited sparks that dance from smoldering ashes
are enclosed within my walls,
Forcing me to exhale my solitude
Your skin,
        Light as air,
          tenderly caressing spring tree branches
Your warmth,
         Radiates onto my exterior,
          As the rays of the sun amid a summer sunset.
My lips moisten,
        Wanting to taste the paradise that I've been dreaming.
A Feb 2014
salt laced tingles fills lungs on a open bright day
drenched in Chardonnay slathered words.
laying in the soft grass of summer
we laugh and giggle stories.
talking to my sister hugged by her comforting words
the man next to us bends his needle
as he drifts off into a chemical ecstasy.
hooray for family gatherings
A Mar 2014
They say,
that nothing you do is of much significance,
there's nothing you'll do that is of much importance,
but the small impact you make,
you have to do.

They say,
That your finger prints are permanent,
on someones life when you grab hold.
no matter how meek,
you leave your mark on their crime scene.

They say,
that love conquers all.
Your knight in shining armor will save you.
A young little pretty woman will love you for you and nurture  you,
until together you die,
on a warm day in bed together,
to continue your lives in eternity, in blissful peace.

They never say the truth.
The story of how we just so happen to be here.
How the only difference betwixt us and an animal is that we escaped natures food chain,
and have made our own controlled by pieces of paper and fat pigs congratulating eachother over brandy and illegal drugs on wall street feeding on our developed Darwinist society.

They never say
How no matter what you'll do your efforts are deleted months after your enviable death.
Self inflected or other wise.
So why do we value our fingerprint lives so dearly?
Fly
A Jul 2014
Fly
I remember when,
Months and years had a measurement of time.
When life was so small and intricate.
How slowly wrinkles use to show.
Now cement crease the smiles from yesterdays places.
Times like these remind me,
How hours turned to minutes,
And years turned to months,
Til eventually the years glass is up.
And when my final glass run dry,
I know there'd been no life left in me anyways.
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