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Feeling Real Oct 2015
What poetry is there in decay
You ask and ask and ask and ask
and you ask and you never shut the
**** up and wonder why you want
to decay in the first place

Do you want the winter in your bones
After you’ve beaten autumn
into submission? do you want
to proclaim your victory from an ice
mountain, your castle, your crypt
Your ******* skin stretched thin
Do you want to be the only winner
in the race to death
Yourself is the only one playing
So you’ve only lost by a hair’s breadth
Every time
Feeling Real Oct 2015
Omens are comforting calculations, coincident or obvious proof
We wake with the dawn, moon not long gone
And echo down along the grass

You're telling me to leave the problem-solving to you
But you're a liar who's always been hurt
I'm sure you can't understand
Without the missing pieces I am
Nothing, no one at all
To reap from the seeds, you keep me sick and suffering
But it all balances out, spiral flowers from her grave
It's out of our hands but you protect like iron bands
Shackled her hips and waist
Bruised until grey, hair blackened waves
The goddess visits man, the following is brave
Eliminate the threat, put me further in your debt
The brightness grinds into my bones
The light's so low I can hardly see
I long to watch your transcendence entirely
I'm left without a lead that I can follow
If you look close enough, she said she was always hollow
I don't feel, no, not at all
My blood's gone dry, limbs, and I want nothing more than this
You're an impossibility wrapped in a death wish
Feeling Real Oct 2015
Every day's the same
I fall apart
To make it out and return
It's too hard
The cracks in my skin
I've torn into
The gaps between our bodies
I've looked into
I've got this nothingness inside me
Everyone can see right through
I'm doing nothing
Dancing late night through my room
Curtains open, come and help me
I am nothing like you
I'm terribly confused
And conflicted
My every other thought is wicked
I drown in sickness
Feeling Real Oct 2015
You only care when there’s a buckshot to your back
You only pause for the delivery, the action
The match has gone up and left charred the skin

The memory is still there, from years of solidarity
The repeated visits lend the permanence
And no more than an empty lot now, I leave

There once were 2 lilac bushes and a field for my dogs
We lock them in crates now, the outside is only a bathroom

I haven’t had the heart in me to unchain them
i don't actually abuse my dogs :)
Feeling Real Sep 2015
The poisonous woman aches
Her sinuous steps accented by her platform
Shoes higher than your pay grade
Mouth never smiling, even through her laughter

She's the demonized walker
The preferred companion and smoothest talker

If you catch her at night, the shadows swept into being
She'll wave you off without asking your offering
She'll take your cigarettes, your money, your heart
Crushing us beneath her is a pleasantry

She's the missing link
She's the entitled goddess we love to hate

This ***** knows what it is to be an object
But dear Belladonna refuses to bite
She's the purest sadist, the blue in her eyes
She's the sanguine sacrifice, ready die
insp by the book belladonna but i love the idea of great people hating themselves so look where it's brought me
Feeling Real Sep 2015
I'm sick with power, sick, in too deep
Tracing power lines along every street
The corners lament, the station cement
The rotting woods ready to be replaced

Nowhere around has decay like I do
So fear the ready souls
We lengthen the sun, we race and we won
But dawn comes quickly for repose
Feeling Real Sep 2015
I would rather tear apart the witness
Frozen, he stands on the ground
The truth is a marvel, a lion, a moat
I conquer! I siege!

My monastery dance, no ankles, no *******
Hello, wandering eyes, left - bereft
Swear your majesty their tragedy is yours
I look upon theft for reward

It’s all porcelain before quake
We meet and you sit not anticipating shake
My weight falls great to outlast days
No longer! **** me!
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