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 Oct 2017 alex
avalon
bonfire boy
 Oct 2017 alex
avalon
firelight flickers in her irises
as she takes another step away
from the candlelit corridors
she used to call home,
when she was comatose,
when she drifted
like ashes in the wind,
like dying sparks
floating dimly
in a darkening sea--
like he used to look
when he looked
at me.
 Oct 2017 alex
Dreaming-Demon
I want to put my rhyme in you
and tease you with the rhythm.
You grind to feel the meter through
these genes, your hands are in them.

I kiss you with my metaphor,
I tongue your eager mind.
You shake against my structure or
the meaning hid behind.

I want to pound my verse in deep
and haunt you with the feeling.
You buck to feel my flowing seep,
vibrations send you reeling.

Alliteration sets the night,
I slow to read each letter.
I take my time and taste you right,
the poetry gets better.

I want to put my words in you
and force you with their power.
You move to feel the meter out
and charge me by the hour.
 Oct 2017 alex
Amy
Have a cup of anxiety
It will go down well with your vanity
And sip it down your narcissistic throat
All the way down to your stomach bloat
Eat the food for your hungry belly
Watch your legs turn to strawberry  jelly
Your obsessive thoughts come out your ears
As you quickly chew down all your fears
Crybaby  tears and acidic words
Make swallowing all the more absurd
Your mascara smudged eyes watch your
tunnel vision
Your brain candy makes a banana split-
personality decision
It's a nightmare you can barely control
But if you don't  pay attention it will eat
you whole
So swallow down all your crazy mad panics
Along with your trusty reliable xanax
 Oct 2017 alex
Dakota
Dear X
 Oct 2017 alex
Dakota
i’m not welcome here
anymore. the ground is
calling calling calling
my name in your voice.
i grab yellow roses-
did you know Van Gogh
ate yellow paint once?
people said it was because
he thought  it would make
him happy, but he was
trying to **** himself.
i pin the flowers to my dress
because i want something
beautiful to die with me.
god knows i’m not.
i’m coming down to get
you, darling. i hope the concrete
hurts. you’re worth it.
 Oct 2017 alex
Jazzy
Poet's Apology
 Oct 2017 alex
Jazzy
I'm sorry
I wish I could be better
But I am so ******* selfish
And my art is more important to me than you are

So I will continue to use you for poetic inspiration
Squeezing
Every single drop of creativity
Every single word
Every single bit of happiness
Out of this
Until you leave
Or until I run out of words to write about you
And am forced to throw you out like a pen that's run out of ink
And find a new muse

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