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this is making me sick
im already sick
peacefully
in your bed
without you

surrounded by your smell

If we could sleep forever in this duvet
I might want to
Would the World hold on

when in subconsciousness

of every homini haunts

the unforgiven horrors:

the mass destruction,

abolition, slaughter,

genocide, slavery

wages, sweat, and treason.




Please, unnamed power,
send me on another planet.
I want to resign. I want to resign.
what's wrong with you ?
they ask me all  the time.
i'm wrong  with me ,
i'm too much to live with .
 Nov 2015 From Jess's Lips
chris
i once dated a scientist                                                       i once dated a writer
who tore me to pieces                                               who confused me beyond
dissecting every piece                                           reason and hesitantly let me
of my heart and of my                                                  study her heart and her
mind. i am a writer and                                            mind. i am a scientist and
my mind does not                                                                   her mind is full of
function the same way                                                                     demons and
and my heart is not                                                       her heart pumps words
reliant on the same                                                             instead of blood. she
thing that his is. he                                         used to spend days reliving and
couldn't find the beauty                                      rewriting her past to make it
in spending hours                                                   beautiful knowing it'd take
making messes just                                          hours to clean herself up again
to clean them up but                                              but i'll never forget the way
i found beauty in                                                      she dissected me just with
his brown eyes.                                                                               her blue eyes.
chemistry in words
 Nov 2015 From Jess's Lips
Eriko
leap over bricked walls
with a dash of flying colors
actions stringed with paper weights
balanced on a scale
waiting to pounce upon hate
or false metaphors of fate
now, it's a glimmer of past memories
swarming in the outskirts of debate
I have seen the true colors
seeped into the broken promises
and neglected to waste
I try to die out the spark
in quick haste,
yet it still hurts
still, it burns
so I try not to look
and wait for the weather
and sweet sweet time
to erode the edges
and blur out the past
mistakes
 Nov 2015 From Jess's Lips
chris
i'll be gone, gone
tonight,

the fire beneath my
feet is burning
bright,

the way that i've
been holding on so
tight

with nothing in
between.
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