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alice scott Jun 2015
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the sun seeped in through the cracked-open window, and i cradled your hand within mine, watching the veins and the creases of your knuckles. the sun seeped in and i whispered to you, inching up the bed and kissing at your cheek.

        "we are alive and i love you to pieces."

wild daisies; your favorite drink on rocks of ice, the sea with it's calming waves and Ancient Ones. i will swim with you until you get tired, i'll drive you home and hold you until you sleep.

i pour molten silver in the cracks of you until you are all fixed.
i will not stop until the scars fade, until the night comes.
each one of your fantasies is a lock -- i will find the key,
dug deep into the nooks of my heart, my art.
alice scott Jun 2015
you are like fall.
you make me sad --
saccharine sad so my tears taste like sugar, my misery tastes like heaven.
your leaves sink and I come undone.

your blue-grey eyes are the ocean, i drown in them.
mine are the bright of the sky, of sapphires,
and you have all of my stares. forever.

the kisses i blow may one day reach you.
they fly a path across the atlantic. across the sky, across the pedestrian roads. they sail along with the leaves of summer. the dead branches of winter.
the kisses are all yours. all of me is yours.

plant love, your seed, along the underside of my breast,
i will twist my hands in the white linen of our sheets.

let's stay up together, decaying coffee in my cup,
your stubble thick with growth.
brushes of black on our pillows from where you held me tight and i cried.
the smell of bonfire smoke. the remnants of our past,

they twirl and dance away. over now. over.

you are like fall,
i want to walk in you.
see you on the dark side of the moon.
alice scott Jun 2014
I saw wild-poppies in your eyes
Your tongue was a coarse dead petal
Your crown slanted,
As if it did not belong on your mess
Of hair.

Within you are the souls of one thousand
Shades: ghosts, wights, spirits
Shades: hues, tones, colours
Within you
They play seance
With your ribs
Lighting buttercups from your blood

Gods take your crown
Poppies in sight of the holy ones...
**** you, **** you, I will not have my own tongue die.
Was
Feeling
Strange
alice scott May 2014
I was in the hospital on Sunday, I had stayed there overnight, and I was in a room with big armchairs and low lighting, which was very strange for a hospital. I was sure I could leave whenever I want, so I don't know why I stayed.
They took my blood and I don't know where they took it. I don't even know if they needed it.
All I had to do was smile at the psychiatrists and they believed me.

But nobody wanted to see the poisoned hole that had begun to infect my insides, so I let my hands lie limp and gave my mind to the stars.
alice scott Mar 2014
****** me
in the space between your eye ball and the bottom of your eyelid
I want you to play in my blood
sweetness
I would do anything to see you smile
alice scott Feb 2014
first kiss
18 year old, diving,
hurt.

lavish styles (of) discipline.
long stories,
instruction:

teacher and student.

(a) bar bathroom:
pure teen punished
sexually broken:

alice.

scarlet underwear,
redhead pigtails,
(and) b grade movies.
idea from: http://animalnewyork.com/2014/****-poetry-artists-turn-live-feed-***-search-terms-verses/ . It was creeping me out. Alice came out twice. Redheads kept coming up, too. Are these people searching for me? Or some-one like me? I have never met any-one like me.
alice scott Feb 2014
I have seen a fish being beaten and left for dead on the side of a wooden boat and I want that to be me
because in death there are extremes
and I want to contract diseases and inflict them on every
**** person who ever touched me
and I want to be made out of poison that makes people want me
more than they want to be alive
I just want to be dangerous
which is how I feel with sharp glass in my eyes
rubbing against my lids and
how I feel with sharp steel pressed against legs
******* I feel alive and dangerous and powerful
more than I ever did before and I do reach a higher existence
and I do feel like a different person
I just want to make people sick with how much they love me
and fall apart with out me
and I am just this echo calling out for my ******* narcissus
who would love me more than his reflection
so **** it Ovid I just want this last bit of danger
I like the taste of my blood when I **** ******* my gums
I love the feel of pain I want it so bad
I want to be euphoric and I want people to want to make me ******* euphoric
I cannot live like a girl without danger when all my life I have been dangerous to all
and I burn people yes but scars only ever last for a couple months
burn scars do anyway, to me, I thought they all loved me
and would die for me
but I have not left behind that many corpses in my tread
and I am not the girl I thought I was
I am not the girl I think I am
I want to be everything and nothing
and good and bad and
I want to be His ******* temptation but I cannot have that title
so I'll be His darling stagnation because that's what I'll do
breaking up won't be ****** and suicide and blood pacts it'll be dad
coming with a van and Him looking kinda sad maybe
I guess when I leave it will be mutual
and neutral and all of the things that I hate
the things that poison my insides the worst thing I feel is neutrality
that and passivity
I cannot stand non aggressive or not emotive
I have to have everything
I have to have noise and terror every day or I cannot cope some times
I hate that life has to be like this now and I cannot be what I want
because the times are wrong and society won't accept it
when I say I do not want to talk about it it is because I feel this
this is bad and this is
the closest I will get to poisoning you
because I cannot tell you my secret desires
for you to **** all the life from my heart
pour it back in me with pieces of you
when I sleep I dream sometimes I dream about you killing me
and it is the best feeling ever I wake up and smile
I am horrid and my heart is on fire
but now you care if it hurts you stop when I say so
I see the look of the eyes of the fish on the boat
I see that look in the eyes of me
this is a very angry poem from the point of view of someone that i used to be
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