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 Oct 2014 Chloë Fuller
i
favorite
 Oct 2014 Chloë Fuller
i
loving you
is my favorite
pastime,
your taste
is my favorite
flavor,
your words
are my favorite
rhyme,
your arms
are my favorite
life saver.
eh
 Oct 2014 Chloë Fuller
Gigi Tiji
I don't want your ******* kindness coins!
Get the **** away from me with those
disgustingly expectant eyeballs!
You're not a pig,
you're a LEECH!
and even that is an insult to the leeches
but you **** with all of your being
my blood let, unseeing,
my life drained
to sustain your sad,
slimy existence...

Nauseated, I plucked the plump, muculent bloodsack
from my skin, a snake so swollen with blood stolen hitherin that
you'll nither be rolln'or slither'n
soon thither
you'll be wither'n

Yeah, *******.
 Oct 2014 Chloë Fuller
Gigi Tiji
Synchronicities coalescing
like an orchestral crescendo
bubbling up all at once
no longer guessing
no shorter waiting
the *** is boiling
moreover
I might
   be synch
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                  g
            ...
a pod
of killer whales
crash-splashing
quite a commotion
up, out, and back
down into the ocean
born into the storm like
a frightful forte
a front brake
endo
the

feathered
fickle angel
screams pianissimo
on tiptoes, reaching out
toward tomorrows

continuously
contagious incapacitation
tells me it straight like an arrow through time
like a taught fishing hook line
and sinker —

trying to figure out
your reason your rhyme
parsley, sage, rosemary and crime
please, let me in on your
pickled paradigm

a stormy sea, all your own,
decides for you, where
you're thrown.
'Seems that the wrath of the Gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow;
I think I might be sinking.
Throw me a line if I reach it in time
I'll meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and high.'
(Going to California - Led Zeppelin)
I need the the feeling of lips on lips
To patch the damage done
I need you to repair me with your touch
Break my walls one by one
Wicked sharp imaginations
catch my heartstrings
with heavy hooks,
bait me in with yummy chum
throw me back as likened
anchor for their massive fleet

As above, so below
silence my descent
gracefully floating
downwards
to Marianna's Trench

Phosphorescent illuminessence
strangest of them all

pressures
crushing
inward
pushing
deepens in free fall

Body numbing
death's succumbing yet
my mind lives on brightly
flashing forward and behind
for all my moment's mem'ry

Light is fading
forever
as I sink into abyss
only death besides I have
*Imagination's Kiss
Sinking peaceful,  slowly into a vast ocean with only the mind's calming moments of imagination & memory to keep company
 Oct 2014 Chloë Fuller
Jinxx
Dear world of writers,
                                         I am a writer as well, but I don't have the simplest life. My mother died when I was young. My dad dumped me into foster care and left. I can't walk but basketball is still my game. I can play guitar better than most pros and I can sing better too. But I'm blind. I'm a bitter person most of the time, but it's not like I really have friends. I get picked on at school for being the freak kid. They push me into walls and call me names I can't repeat. They physically beat and harass me. Today will be my last write. Goodbye.
 Oct 2014 Chloë Fuller
ally m
I’ll find another you
in between the sheets
at midnight
when you’re struggling to forget.

— The End —