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 Feb 2015 Amelia
Onoma
Abandon's  clay roiled, doubled what pulse
of life...in tune and out of.
Pathological music derived from music...
ecstasy--whose recompense is a sound
loss of selves.
Multiform unto archetypal gods--Dionysus
first among, Apollo last among...eviscerated,
trophied, slathered upon these rotund
Grecian ladies and gentleman.
Hallowed names depart the incontinent
circle, forgone the synoptical scarlet lettering
of name...transcendence.
Torrent upon torrent of ambrosia down the
throat...skyward runoff of chins...scribbled
down the primordial bloom of ******.
O sylvan gathering, crowns of laurel graduate
thee from materiality...a shuddering
beauteousness--broke shafts of light clash
lovingly from luminous head to head.
Here...the extenuating circumstance of
consciousness appropriated quoad sacra.
 Feb 2015 Amelia
NuurSeraph
Were it motionless moments of Vacuum,
a nowhere Awareness,
a blackness of Space.

so full of Color yet self-contained,
where toroid cannibals feast on each other
never satiated nor satisfied~
Nothing is leaving and Nothing goes in.

this is a place in my memory,
a chip in the wood.
Devoid of a thought worth conceiving,
a sleepless hollow,
deprived yet still not Broken.


This is my precious serene,
a darkness deflowered,
a Secret no more.

Loudspeaker Monsters Awaken
Food as fodder for feed in their gullet.
Pronounced for Announcement
I proclaim to the World.
68.
I stood in the mirror and looked at everything.
Everything that makes up this body of mine.
I claim as mine and fall in love with every inch.
It's liberating
It's sensual
It's healthy
Because I look at myself,
I take the time to learn this body
Love this body
Own this body
Unapologetically
I stood in mirror and looked at everything
And loved everything
 Feb 2015 Amelia
jls
11W
 Feb 2015 Amelia
jls
11W
I
think
you've
got  
me
confused
with
someone
who
loved
you.
 Feb 2015 Amelia
JDK
Hope is a slippery thread that's worth hanging on to.
 Jan 2015 Amelia
jls
(un)holy words
 Jan 2015 Amelia
jls
Each time you said my name,
gun shots went off in my mind;
warning sirens.
But I often mistook them for fireworks.

Your words were like bullets,
the kind Cupid would use if he had a shotgun.
They killed me.
But not as much as they made me feel alive.
I'm still working on this one, I think.
As long as you keep speaking to me, of course.
 Dec 2014 Amelia
jls
Trash.
 Dec 2014 Amelia
jls
A little less than classy.
A **** and chuck,
one and done.
But that's fine with me, baby.
No emotions,
no feelings.
Just two lonely souls that make something
that doesn't come close to love, at night.
I wonder what we could bring to the table
if we laid our hearts down
like sacrifices to a God we don't believe in.
And I want to hear you plead guilty
to the jury of my not-so-innocence
because the only praise I'll ever get from you is
the sound of my clothes piling up on your floor.
 Dec 2014 Amelia
typhany
the strings inside her were broken
torn

the threads were bare,
loosely wrapped in plastic

cheap

we couldn't repair her
they said just... just replace her

throw her away
like the ones before

but how

she saved me
through the winter months

guided me
through the humidity

replace her?

"she stopped working"
"give it up"

"this one will fit nicely!"
"don't you want to be full?"

i don't like stores
AND MY ******* PHONE WON'T CHARGE
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