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Jasper 12h
Flame
teardrops a
birthday candle,
stuck in a cupcake's blue
frosting. Mom just finished the
happy birthday oration—happy
birthday to you, dear Timmy—
It's time for him to blow out
the candle. He's nine.

His Mother:
Time to blow out the candle, Timmy!


Tim blows it out.


She asks what he wished for.


He says he doesn't wanna jinx it

Patting his leg, she says:
Good idea, honey. Enjoy your cupcake.


No I'm okay, your mama doesn't get hungry easily baby.


Timmy wishes to live.
I had an idea about play-ish poems. Kinda prose-poems, I guess. Decided I should start experimenting with that. Thoughts? Also I made the first stanza in the shape of a teardrop, not sure how noticeable that is.
Jasper 14h
You, you can save me,
I'm sorry for being bad.
I'll get on my knees,
On the floor for you.
I'll leave my red lipstick
Wherever you walk.

Cradling you, rubbing you,
I know you want to tear it
Off of me, this lingerie,
This skin-******* lingerie.
I know you want to see
What hides beneath?
You want to make me blush,
You want to see what hides
In my heart.
It's all yours.
Take it off,
Listen to that click,
Rub it against me don't think about it do it!
Such a sweet tongue - you're already making my red velvet
Melt. I'm streaming down you, can't you feel
The undulations?
This valentines,
Let yourself be washed clean  
Of every icy sin.
Bask in my warmth,
The only warmth you get,
And then we can lay in bed
And go to sleep together
And we can shower together,
And we can be together,
And marry together,
Till death do us part.
This is sort of about self-harm, basically, but I'm not sure how obvious/subtle I am with that. Thoughts?
Jasper 16h
an atheist once said, dear god.
I'm lying here, waiting for nobody,
contemplating that, what I  said,
every memory ago. and
I have just concluded
with my essay on life and reality,
but still I think
there's something I'm missing, and
I realize it's the flesh in this great beast
we call reality, that fleshly heart
that got torn apart
by this other beast, we call
love.
now we are living here, in this carcass
of some dead, decaying animal
we cut through,
so we can stay warm,
while we're waiting
for nobody.

(the whole world is a ghost.)
Jasper 16h
I want love. You do too, do we all? No,
Not me, to you. Apparently, I
Don't exist. Do you?

I could feel my love
That I don't have -
This being alone,
Wearing the open air
Like Nakedness.

Vision dressed in
Nobody, not even
I.


Prayers answer every god.
Just some more experimentation, for the most part.
Jasper 16h
Quiet calls my name from the clouds.
I lost my wings,
a deafening reality.
Quiet calls my name from the clouds.
Just a poem about longing for solitude or peace.
Jasper 17h
Peace
On the operating table.
I wasn’t very faithful,
But ever since Death’s call—
I fear. for my life.
   God save us all.

Adieu, adieu, adieu.
A tremor hits the old room,
Antiques and glasses crash,
Dust folds and my heart.
   It's all gone.
Just experimenting.
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