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I stood on my plot and watched you pick pocket your crop and paint flowers on concrete bricks to satisfy the ticks that suffocate your membranes.

And I love you, and I'm sorry. Thank you for letting me be.

Little boy spoke up to me even though he was about a few feet shorter, and his words grew in height and mass. Wrapped around my wrists as I calculated the displacement of the volume of velocity. The world became inertia, "how can you be born without a momma or a daddy? How can you walk across the street with no one to hold your hand? How do you grow up?" The force of the vector stopped & ticked on anyway. An unsolved mystery

There's a crack in my cup, and your words runeth over

What instigates us to get naked for strangers, losing our dignity and clothes in between the couch cushions.

With every kiss, you draw me into your labyrinth of love. Lost in between the sheets and uttered moans of pleasure. We collide over and over and I am certain this is how galaxies are created..

I want your lips to learn every inch of me, and your fingertips to follow suit..

Hey guys I can't sleep! Feel free to snapchat me!
Madisonparis is my username

What made you call a ***** a *****? I mean you asked for it? Dressed for it? Wanted it? Are you the ***** or she a *****? Is me a ***** or he a *****? Did you get lost in the infinity of self acted human nature? Where we move together and we're all ****** on same levels screaming out names of Devils that sleep in your bed.

You made me a ***** in your bed,
You made me a maid in your house,
You made me fall in love with your words,
While your actions left me helpless,
You made me fear commitment because love is a revolving door.

I think I'll miss you forever.

I fear men in suits, with fresh apples for heads. Black and white profiles, bayside views. Falling in love when life is just one big satire. God's ink pen is running out, just like you...

****** over, ****** up, and ******* done.

I hope she's the wonder to all your worlds, but not too much like I was.

Shaking back into your skin

I lied and told her I ate, so I could take the medicine that makes me lose my appetite and stay up all night with fevers and cold sweats. Goosebumps that leak into my heart, they stay there unnoticed until the shivering begins to quake and ache and rock my body back and forth into a suicidal dream. But hey, at least I'll be skinny.

Silver spooned hips curved into a harsh bite, Eve took a chunk out of her middle, one forbidden night. Empty promises of fruit forever bearing, shady trees and welcoming gates. Now she crumbles in this wasteland of frightful sights. Every month scarlet blood runs down her thighs in disgust they shame her for Eve's Lies.

The scales, black and silver. Hidden under bathroom sinks, coaxed out by desperation and longing for change. It breathes cold fire and hums beneath my nervous finger tips. Protecting its treasure, my self confidence. I ride on its back, with shakey legs, covering my tear stained face afraid of heights and steep numbers.

I let it drag its deep claws into my wrists, down my thighs. Letting is squeeze the word ugly from my lips.

you've never seen me in color, only black and white. my features hidden, only brought to life by light.

Making love is like sky diving for the first time with someone you love.

you have potential.


Visual depression

I reverted back to self doubt, to a couple steps before the starting line. The jammed coffee maker a synonym for my suicide. The the open face rejection of a boy telling you, "you're not good enough" . Like a drink without a holder, I am prone to spilling over. And here I am, mopping up my insides.

The bully's in 7th grade were right, I'm too fat to be beautiful, too ugly to be loved, but I'm perfectly fit for writing and that has to be enough.

I woke up drunk into the afternoon, heard the earths heart beat, listened to it swoon. Thought it a fool, for falling for the moon. But here I am, loving you.

To die before July, would be an awfully big adventure.

He pulled the fire from her core, ******* beckoning a silent O from her lips.
They found her six feet under,
Burned up in the coal,
Her frost bitten finger tips still cold.

It was simple, so it was right.

This place as lost it's vibe, mediocre poets at best. Don't tell me what I want to hear, rip the words out from my chest. I'm still sore from your absence.

Boot legged lawsuit, ***** tapered tapestry, cry yourself to sleep...

If I threw up, would you judge me from the contents of my stomach. Or would you lend a helping hand?

Would you tenderly strip the filthy clothes from my back, or judge me for the lack there of?

Had I broken down and scored hate deep into my flesh, would you bandage all the blood, or judge me for the healed ones?

Help me, help you, help me, help you, help me....help you

Adieu cher ami, vous allez nous manquer .

Cars are coffins for selfish alcoholics

As I caress your porcelain neck, my hands start to get a better grip. The cry comes out as *****. The self pity, in tears to blend with the water below. All drains lead to the ocean, I begged the current to take me away with it's flow.  Because all you can remember is 16 year old you...happy about food on holidays. While your mom harasses you to hate yourself. She said," Go! Go stand naked infront of that mirror and I can be certain you will never be happy about food again." And so I carress you, with bruised knees and a broken heart.

You nod along to all the quotes about depression even though the titles are misleading, like you and me.

His hands found my waist like a thirsty corset, haven't heard from him since.

Depression is like waking up sick, everyday since the last time that you could remember. You carry around the cure, in the unkempt form of your mind.

With a few drinks in my veins,
The world blurred together,
I woke up with bruises,
On collar bones and laid next to excuses,
As to why I had wanted "it",
I couldn't remember,
With a few drinks in my veins,
I stayed asleep next to some excuses,
I couldn't lift my head.

I scrubbed and scrubbed until my pores became smooth, until my flesh burned with regret. Until I felt my pores become shallow. And the oil ran off like an anointing, a closed flask. Waiting for grace to keep my heart at bay. Yet I'm still dying three days later. Wrapped in the same linen I was buried in. Like an anointing, you pressed your hand to my head. Whispered fire. Now I'm gone.

Were all just dancing bears, kissing daiseys. Pretending that were okay.

the earth wrapped me in her green grape leafs, gave me nectarines for eyes, and a lightning bolt for lips,
Implanted smooth river rocks for hips,
Drift wood for thighs, and every seed known to man kind for a smile,
We are made of nature.

He brought out all my scars, with backhands and ill tempered beers.

I'm the misinterpreted bathroom decor, that you keep bumping into but dont bother to take down. Because I fill the cracks in your walls, even though I'm not a conversation piece. They still talk, and the faucets stay on and I drown and rust. While you pack up and leave. A permanent fixture, still hung up on you.

Rag doll skeletons, empty broom closet
Gray shaded face, pie chart masterpiece

The chemo's got her this time,
Blood tests and radiation.

Taking my bestfriend

Nothing in these cabinets could satsfy her hunger. Just cuts and blood along her wrists and hips curved her appetite.

" man what's with poets & acid?" I Ask myself as I put another tab on my tongue.

The biggest vortex of twisted emotions, lie between an oxymoron and bad news. Good grief

I'm not in the mood, said the girl bent over backwards for a guy that just wants nudes.

I'm not in the mood, said a girl numblingly tracing grains back to their roots. Because family is everything.

I'm not In the mood, said a girl who just got the news that her granny won't be here to see summer.

I'm not in the mood, said a girl who plants memories in flower pots, donating dimes and nickles. Just incase she could bring her back.

I'm not in the mood, I said.

I put my idioms on the window sill, to see if they would grow.

Melody, carpEt rug symphony,
Awake under water,
Fall back to sleep.