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 Dec 2014 Avery Greensmith
oh no
when you said you were going to rip me a new one I never figured this
was what you meant
- we were monsters –
you and me, we are lost and gone, and so on
let the sun burn out my eyes. I won’t blink. and you’ll be proud
- you ruined me, I swear to god -
I don’t wish for sleep anymore.
you said our veils were ripped to shreds so say it again in the morning
we bet it all, and so on. we are animals I swear
without you I’m ground and buried,
ground and roots – I swear to god –
on your basement floor I raked the dirt my nails
are wrecked and ******. I’m a mess – bare faces, god, impure –
I am open, spent, and so on.
beneath us earth is catatonic heavens tear apart
next time the sky breaks on our eyes
I’ll watch. and you’ll listen.
- we will feel the earth, I swear to god –
we’re blind, set up, and so on
we are raging through the night. next time
the sky falls blazing on our hands we’ll follow it
- my god, my god –
I’ve been waiting for you to gut me I’ve been waiting, cracked, and so on
when our heads fall ******* the earth tonight we’ll raise it one and pray.
and until then this bleeding warfare will overtake my atrophy
- I swear to god –
these rockets underneath my skin will shatter me
keep telling me the weight of us will tear this earth asunder. I’ll keep telling you
you changed me
- rip me apart, my god, my god –
and they say someday spiders will weave through my empty bones
but from the bottom of our hearts, my love,
we’re teeth and blood and claws
stomachs open to the sky, bodies stripped, and so on
- we’re not all saints, my god, all sinners –
we are not all heroes but we are all
bitter
- finish it, my god, my god –
let the earth tear us asunder. all dirt and skin and so on
when the light burns low in the sky tonight don’t follow me
*- I swear to god we’re gutted on the stars –
COUP DE FOUDRE
 Dec 2014 Avery Greensmith
oh no
//so brace yourself, you know, you know//
I’m never gonna live you down
you’ve uprooted me **//so look at me//
you’re just as bad as I am
you’re the richter kid, you are, you are
you’re the sinking in my gut. I’ll pick your claws out of my skin if you
pick me up off the floor
//do you think you sunk your teeth in me?
do you think I’ll stick around?//

dear god I’ll scrub this thin skin off my face just to be rid of you
I swear
you’re the raptor boy, you are, you are
//did you leave your hands with me?//
are you just that hit and run boy now? just that kind of crude?
rip me up you know. I’ll fall to pieces. when I hit the floor
don’t run. don’t speak. put your hand on my waist
//I hate you//
am I too sick for you sweetheart? is my body all I’ll lose?
if you don’t care then I don’t either. I’m just as bad as you are
one hit k-o, you know, you know
it’s a ******* shame //take courage//
my guts are spilled on this tile floor but I’m still standing
//still don’t love you//
don’t look back, you know, you know. there’s nothing left of me
//are we all this ******* tortured?
are you ripped apart like me?//

you’re the golden boy, you are, you are
you’re just as bad as I am
why are men so repulsive? hell is empty the demons are here
 Dec 2014 Avery Greensmith
neo
cons:
do you know how often i have to shave?
**** man i just want clean armpits
and then i turn into a giant dog every month and that hair grows back really ******* fast
i need to invest in one of those lint rollers for shedded animal fur because it is becoming a problem
also i'm pretty sure i chewed another pair of shoes up the other night i need to find a safer spot to put my shoes
shoes are ******* expensive to be constantly replacing i can't ******* do this
not to mention the need for meat okay meat is expensive unless you buy tons of cheap stuff and there is no way i'm eating something that tastes like a greasy foot
(looking at you, cheap sausage patties)
pros:
i've got self-defense pretty much covered now
i'm prepared to **** people up if i need to
and i'm pretty warm like all the time now so i don't have to spend as much on heating
(though at the same time there's the air conditioning in the summer,,,)
also i get to tell all my friends I'm a gay werewolf so i'm basically the coolest
does this even count as a poem anymore bc it's basically just werewolf complaints

idk i was picturing a werewolf complaining about shedding and here we are
softly I SPEAK in sweetest
whispers TO THEE, fondly,
truly. AND devoted am I to prove
that I love THEE by Jove!

the universe IS HER, center stage
above AND below.
for SHE IS THEE, my little dove
snowy white AND pure,
her beauty to be admired.
she is the one TO WHOM I REFER. with glee.

I ask God, COULD SHE BE with me
for AS MUCH as an eternity?
She has wrecked INTO ME so I am a wreck.
It seems AS I AM INTO HER? We shall see.
If yes AND IF SO, I want her
to respect THEN THIS PLEA FROM ME which comes sadly
now WITH WOEFUL  but happy
falling TEAR, hopefully my
affections WILL NOT GO TOO LONG being that
call that goes UNANSWERED HERE, that would be
regrettable.
I pray FOR HER SILENCE to go away
perhaps because it HURTS to be forgettable.
Yet it BUT IS what it is.
Such beauty is RARE. I must admit.

SO FAR AWAY!       YET SO NEAR!

We are where we are
BUT I WISH YOU WERE NEARER, DEAR!

BECAUSE it is in
EACH DOMINION
that ON SUCH OCCASION
you MUST UNWIND, your soul
SO AS TO
soley BE  a sole
fragrance that is REBORN IN THE MORNING SHINE, this
day and the next, RETURNING AS GLORIOUS
AND AS FRESH AS THE NEW DAY SKY, that is my wish.
AND you
THEREUPON SHOULDST CARRY ON upon
a dream WITHOUT IMPERFECT MOAN
OR a mightier
SIGH. of loveliness.

I PLEAD WITH THEE TO MANUMIT
YOUR TIGHTENED CLASP
THAT BINDS, you sadly in slavery.
Now REST YOUR WEARY
HEAD A BIT ON MINE,
AND EASE INTO PLEASANT REVERIES. with only me.

AFTER ALL, THE DUSK you trust
HAS COME rightly
TO GIVE REST TO THEE,
AND I AM but what I am,
YOURS AND YOURS AM I nightly
**-I AM RESTFUL SLEEP.
Read the all caps in bold first, then read the poem as a whole.
I'll Be Alone  Now
Daydreaming of the Future
"Ain't It Fun  Moving On?"
They'll ask.
But I haven't moved on.

It was some Holiday when we last talked.
You called me an Anklebiter
And I told you to Grow Up
You told me that I was just another One of Those Crazy Girls
But
I'm Not Angry Anymore
I'd just Hate to See Your Heart Break

This is Proof that
I'm Still Into You.
This song is my Last Hope.
A poem in honor of Paramore's Self-Titled Deluxe album coming out. Pretty bad but whatever.
Monday.

First day of the week.

He was absent. Was he sick?

I took a glance at the empty chair.

How I wish he was sitting there.

I hope tomorrow I’ll get the chance to see him.

Cause a day is not a day without him.



Tuesday.

I came at school early,

Wanting to see him badly.

There was a sad smile coated on my face,

When I didn't see him at his usual place.

His chair was still empty.

What happened to him?

I have no idea.

I have no clue.

All I knew, I was feeling blue.

I tried to brush my thoughts away,

And just listened at the class all day.

I thought I’m okay,

That I was feeling fine.

But when I saw his chair empty,

I knew my smile was not happy.



Wednesday.

Crestfallen and disappointed.

He was still not here.

I could feel the emptiness in my mind.

Just like the empty chair in my behind.

I asked my classmates,

They just shrugged their shoulders.

I asked his friends, they don’t know why.

Soon my dark eyes began to cry.



Thursday.

Too many question popped in my head.

Frustrated and confused,

I committed a major offense.

I fled from school during recess.

I want to see him today,

To know the reason of that young man,

Why for four days he was gone.

There was no one in their house.

Only their old maid.

“Where could I find him?” I asked her.

She gave me a piece of paper.

I went home with a heavy heart.

It felt like my world was drifted apart.

I looked at the paper once again,

Tears fell down while reading them.

I don’t how to endure this kind of ache,

I kept on telling it was just a mistake.



FRIDAY.

Fresh flowers I brought,

I put them on the ground.

I smiled bitterly,

As I read his name in the tomb.

“I love you.”  I whispered.

I didn't hear anything in return.

“I love you!” I shouted.

Hoping he’ll answer me at ease.

But all I heard was the sound of the trees.

I cried again..

How many tears should I cry,

For him to come back?

For him to be with me again?

To feel his warmth.

To smell his scent.

To stare at his eyes.

It was too late.

Too late…



Saturday.

I wept until I could no longer feel the pain.



Sunday.

I did what I've done yesterday.



Monday..

I come to school.

Act as if nothing happen,

They asked me if I’m fine,

I nodded and smiled.  

While walking into our room,  

Wearing fake mask behind my gloom.

But tears fell again on my face,

When I didn't see him at his usual place.

I glance at the empty chair,

How I wish he was sitting there.
drips fell from the inky sky and splashed the sea into a crinkled sheet

rain again

there's something different about the rain at night
something a whole lot more sinister

in the drizzle we shiver and throw stones through the watery mist
each one smashes the surface
like enormous raindrops which
crash into the black water

how can something so violent feel so peaceful?
don't try to define it
just at this moment it feels perfect

the waves break onto the stones
and with each one we throw
the stones break back onto the waves
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