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 Sep 2014 rook
Grace
touch
 Sep 2014 rook
Grace
if I say it can't touch me it cannot touch me
which is why it's a problem
that you are touching me
and I cannot say no
 Sep 2014 rook
Grace
twenty seven
 Sep 2014 rook
Grace
I understand I made a mistake
(Why don't you care about me? )
But can't you see I'm trying ?
(I just want to please everyone, especially you)
You're letting me go so easily
(You haven't talked to me in 27 days)
Clearly my absence doesn't bother you
(but who's counting)
read between the parenthesis
 Sep 2014 rook
Q
She's been running longer than I
On this dark, dilapidated road
And you, longer than her
Covered in deep, deep potholes.

And if the night should take you
While you jog just ahead of she,
She will write your eulogy
And continue ahead of me.

But I will not shed a tear
Though, on this road, I will stop
And fling myself into the nearest pothole
And smile until I collide with the rocks.

And when my marathon has ended
She will show me the same respect she did you
But her feet will not cease moving
She will see her marathon through.

And if the night should take you
It's fitting only she will survive
Because you begat me and her
Yet life has yet to dim her heart and eyes.

Oh, if the night should take you
Understand, I would not care
As the bitter, bitter memories
Are simply buried just under here.

And though I would not survive without you
It's more a means of self-defense:
I'd rather slit my own throat
Than return to live with him.

If the night should take you
Mother dearest, mother hated of mine
Just as you promised me
When I spoke of suicide:

I will go with you
You will not be rid of me long
Come heaven or hell or nothingness
I will come quickly along.
So life is happening again. And, as per usual, I'm reevaluating why I decided it was worth it the last time.
 Sep 2014 rook
Q
"Fuck"
 Sep 2014 rook
Q
As in, "*******."
As in the statement made
When I've offended you?

Or perhaps, "**** me."
Because, doll, you just had to ask.
Nicely.

Wait, maybe, "**** this!"
That's a bit extreme for the situation
Breathe out, breathe in.

Or, "****!"
Because that sounds perfect
For any situation.
 Sep 2014 rook
Q
I would put my hand into your chest
And rip your heart out, watch it beat
Because there must be something about it
That makes you so impossibly unique.

I wish I could keep you up until early morning
I wish I could talk until you forgot about sleep
Because that's when the deepest, darkest conversation
Is finally, finally let free.

I want to amaze you until you can't think
Of a single snarky phrase
And keep on amazing you
For years, and centuries, and days.

I want to let you break me
In all the ways I want to shatter you
And when we're both blood and dust
We'll grab the duct tape and glue.

I want to know you like no one has
Until I know every word you'll ever say
Until your mind and my mind
Become our mind in the best of ways.

I want to spend years memorizing
The way you say my name
Because, as much as I hate it,
The way you say it isn't the same.

I want to memorize your genome
I want to know all of what made you exist
Because when I can't sleep
I'll recite the entire list.

I want to sit with you in silence
Without a hint of uncomfortableness
Because there are words in every breath
That passes through your nose or lips.

I want to describe you in detail
Until a stranger could find you in a crowd
Because I'll never experience a pride
Quite like knowing you brings about.

I want to see your smile
And hear your laughter until I die
Because, come good or bad with us,
You'll still be what gets me by.

I want to frown at you
And cry and scream and shout
Because I'll never quit this fake smile
Until you shut it down.

I want to argue with you
Over the opinions you don't accept
Because I didn't know all your thoughts before
And I don't know them all yet.

I want to show someone
That this is what I feel
Because, when it's too dark to see outside,
I can't help but believe it isn't real.
At this point, I should probably just make a collection of the poems I've written about him, because this couldn't possibly get more pathetic.
 Sep 2014 rook
Austin Heath
I was fired from [sandwich shop X] for
"insubordination" and "attitude".
******* cowards, the whole lot.
What hurts the most is that I tried,
because someone vouched for me,
but they still stepped all over me
and then threw me away.
**** jobs.

Checked my horoscope for *****;

"If it's true that you reap what you sow, Libra, you're in for a great harvest in the coming months. Your hard work and focus will start to pay off handsomely with promotions and raises just when you may have given up on being acknowledged for all you do. Hang on to your great energy, passion, and enthusiasm. Doors are about to open for you. Get ready to walk through them."


Found a stone in the graveyard with my name
and told it how much I wanted to **** myself
and how much I hate everything.
From here, hell looks reasonable;
like at least there'd be a reason for everyone
to be so ******* useless and miserable,
but heaven?
Heaven looks like a ******* insult.

But what the **** do you know?
I got no job, no home, a mother in a women's shelter,
failed applications for food stamps, college debt,
no old friends, what?
What the **** have I got?
Why the **** does everyone treat suicide
like it's so ******* morally reprehensible?
I never win.
NEVER.
Even my victories are
offshoot chances to lose more
than I had before.

I'm tired, and I hate all of you.
 Sep 2014 rook
Q
Exhaust Fumes
 Sep 2014 rook
Q
Skipped school because I couldn't imagine
Couldn't fathom moving my body outside of the house.
And curled up on my bed
On the couch
In the office
Trying to find something to do.

Dragged weary feet up the stairs
To stare at the emptiness in a full refrigerator
And closed the door
Closed my eyes
Closed my mouth
And existed for a minute.

Outside, nature is loud, boisterous and lively
So I found some death and lit it
And breathed out hurt
Breathed out boredom
Breathed out tiredness
Until it was all smoked up.

Sitting here at the computer I'm trying to find the words
To explain just how tired I am
Of smelling silence
Of smelling loneliness
Of smelling exhaustion
Just how tired I am of these exhaust fumes.
I'm really ******* tired.
 Sep 2014 rook
Tyler Durden
Tailspin
 Sep 2014 rook
Tyler Durden
Maybe I should be content
Perhaps life was being kind to me
It took everyone away gradually
Instead of in a handful.
 Sep 2014 rook
Q
I could sing a love song
And never mention a name
And when I peruse through my mind
There's never a single face

I'm all plurals and dreams
Of perfect unity
Between one, two
Between four and me

I could sing a love song
I could sing them a sonnet
I could serenade them
I could make them want it

I could sing a vision of a perfect home
I could sing of two point five children
That understand our bond
I could sing a love song.

But I'm ever-cynical, I know who I am
When I think of love, I'm not in the plan
I'm ever-realistic, I know my face
I could sing a love song but it'd never take.
see, I don't think a lot of myself. Realism's healthy.
 Sep 2014 rook
Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
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