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Matt Shaw 13h
It doesn't shine for me.
This is not a sun-shrine.
My billowing head, gorged with blood
Is all too real.
What should I be?
Shimmering like iridescent flowers in the springtime
Bees swarm and sew their honey

When it's warm, you spend your money.

I need not thank the sun,
But gratefully accept its line with my own
And taste the stardust in my bones.

And there you are,
Draped like a silken grace
Gossamer and green
Pining for an answer
And promising me truth.

And here I am,
Illustrating a delusion
Painting hurt into your retinas
Singing about the rain
When it's sunny.

When it's warm,
You spend your money.
Matt Shaw 13h
It doesn't shine for me.
This is not a sun-shrine.
My billowing head, gorged with blood
Is all too real.
What should I be?
Shimmering like iridescent flowers in the springtime
Bees swarm and sew their honey

When it's warm, you spend your money.

I need not thank the sun,
But gratefully accept its line with my own
And taste the knowledge of solar cell bones.

And there you are,
Draped like a silken grace
Gossamer and green
Pining for an answer
And promising me truth.

And here I am,
Illustrating a delusion
Painting hurt into your retinas
Singing about the rain
When it's sunny.

When it's warm,
You spend your money.
The marble inside you
Digested eyes,
Leaving them bewildered and struck
But it was whimsical and arrogant, in some rooms,
Was it plaster?

And it'd fall apart in seconds.

...

She brought a well-built house and would fix it for free
But I kept punching in the walls and I'd sit and mope

It'd never fall apart,
I was never once evicted!

!

And I myself am a haunted house
Buyer beware
With landscaped lawns and gently sloped easings
I will reel you in
Lead you past the landings
Where ghosts turn out the sunlight

.
The tranquil sight of an easy river deceives the world--
That glassy water hides red medicine.

Cupping the water to my lips
It was sweet and savory,
Iron-rich and good to discover
Deepening the reach to every muscle

I saw the river nymph picking up sorrows and breaking them on her knee,
Her eyes looked sad or something but she was hella cute,
Building up a campfire to keep herself warm

How much longer can you be the secret of the wilderness?
We walked for miles through the trees
And she elaborated on red medicine, pouring nectar in my ears.

You hovered, still glowing when my skin hissed and spat black pus
You waited in the rain for my organs to warm up
Caressing my forehead
Like a faithful sentry

Take my stones and round them out,
I'll pitch my tent here on this riverbed
And we'll laugh along with the sunset,
Skipping them.
You are flocks of wrinkled hospital gowns, flying to the junkyard
You are memories of good ***
You are cigarettes dropping from speeding cars
You are the wind, you hear no regrets

You are passed out in the back of dive bars
You move hordes and cities with words
You are chemicals mixing and seething
You were innocent, crushed by the law

You are paradox whirling and singing
You're a judge, that's the best you can do
You are a red wheelbarrow, a sick young girl, and a doctor who writes poems

You are dead to me, dead to me.
You are dead to me, dead.
Rip me. Rip me to ******* shreds.
I don't care. I never meant anything.
I'm pinned to this moment.
Everything is a trick,
But you're not fooling me.

Infect me with sadness,
Sadness, sadness,
That is ALL I WANT TO FEEL.
I let the happiness billow up
And Hope can stay the night
She's a ****** thot,
But I am hungry like a black hole for deep, dark misery.

Purple and navy,
Gray and black.
Or void and colorless,
The taste of death.

My talents are a fleeting bloom,
I can die with them curled,
You will never know my true beauty
Because you betrayed me deeply
Wrongly, I will never forgive you

I will make you like death to me
Rank, inimical, raw, s e x y, the truth that reviles us all
And this feeling will pass over me...
Like a storm,
It comes and goes.
I stew in a warm bath of rotten tomatoes
Misappropriated funds, lounging around
This heartbeat is loud, thumping at the door of my mind
Beating at the walls of my skull
Angry at the blasé waste of grace

The air outside swirls and blows around leaves and does what it wants,
The people chase around desire with a magnetic drive
And you met my sad girlfriend today
She is a little morose because I told her I miss being sexually free.
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