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 Jan 2016 CE Thompson
RL Smith
Stark
 Jan 2016 CE Thompson
RL Smith
Your beauty is stark
and dangerous
Struck by your presence
I am caught between attraction
and repulsion
love and fear
Drawn Like a moth
to a burning pyre
Will you take me
or torment me?
In the heat of the day
your rage simmers
beneath the blistering sun
that in the cool
of the evening
surrounds me with love
To stay or go
a question forever
playing on my lips
 Dec 2014 CE Thompson
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 CE Thompson
abby
i write poetry in fifty seconds or less
sometimes the words taste like salt
and sometimes like maraschino cherries

i wonder if my blood is red or if it's purple
because pain no longer feels like the color red,
it feels like numbness, cold unsaturated color.
red is diamond and fire and volcano
and it doesn't seem fair to call myself eruption.
it would be more accurate to say that i'm sand dune
and flood
and hurricane,
something that doesn't burn painfully
but slowly sinks into your skin
like water
until you breathe in what you thought was air,
but really it's not oxygen anymore,
it's me.

this one tasted like salt.

*(a.m.c.)
 Dec 2014 CE Thompson
B
She looked at the calender.
The day she decided it had to end.
Their special day.

He wasn't the same man.
He became better.
This was the man she wanted.

Her heart came back.
Could she give it a second chance,
after knowing what he had become?

She grew more lonely.
She pushed away all those who got too close.
Even the man that loved her.

She pondered if she could try again.
He had bettered himself.
It sweetened the urge to rekindle.
He finally became the man of her dreams.

Just not her man
All of them
 Dec 2014 CE Thompson
oh no
briteyes
 Dec 2014 CE Thompson
oh no
talk to me with your tongue on a trip wire
wake me up
[[open your mouth]]
I promise I’m not hollow gut me
[[show me what you’re made of]]
I’m collapsing synapsing light me up
come find me
if I hit this floor I’m gone for good
[[are you dying? are you there?]]
talk to god through the windows I am warping the floors
I’m diffusing hands bruising, close me up
[[shut your mouth]]
we’re the wild child, I told you
are you tired? are you scared?
we’re just bitter plants in bitter dirt
I’m not angry now. I told you
my chest is beating water I’ve got nothing left for this
when the walls come down, come find me
I’m collapsing synapsing
[[you’re a mess]]
i still got nothing left for this
But isn't it quite peculiar that we all need some insanity for clarity?
So just your healthy dose of insanity here
Just your healthy dose, do not fear
I am only here for the time being, just a visit then I'll be in my way
To ruin or build, you decide. But in me you can confide
all your secrets and desires
and together we can conspire
So remember your healthy dose of insanity folks
For it might just save humanity.
i have lived in this
windswept place too long.
rain thrums on
corrugated acoustics,
dust stirs, hoping
that one day you will
drift back and
lay rest at my side.

i’d stroke your cheek
kiss your lips,
lie you down,
bite your chin,
stroke your thigh
out and in,

I’d comb my fingers
through your hair
all the way down
to the small
of your back.

and let not
any of it
not one moment
end... in ...dust
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