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Andy Chunn Oct 2022
Simple squamous epithelium
That lines the frothing orifice
Of politicians and wine-soaked braggarts

Cytoplasm
That flows equally
In justice and infectious regurge

Genes
That transplant the ghastly
Pale-light abscess of custom-made drivel

God, Ph.D.,  you too?
I saw my white tongue in the mirror and a feeling of disgust came over me. I wanted to throw up.
Spicy Digits Feb 2020
Itch those *****, player
Itch them red raw
Bleeding?, who cares!
Embrace your oozy pores
Itchy itchy morning rise
Scratchy scratchy nights
Give me a show I'd like to forget
Make me close up tight
Itch those *****, giant manchild
Itch them to completion
Whatever you got to do, do
During itchy and scratchy season
Laokos Apr 2021
~every distance is a long shot
within reach of a fool
~
                          Prv. 𝑓:𝑦

bleed your heart out in dripping
poetic pretense―slip
that inky salamander some silk:

         "the wilting waiting flora
bequeathed their busting bouquets and
     bountiful bosoms unto the world
              in all of its prescient
                       violence"


then read it back to yourself
later and be
absolutely disgusted.

throw it away with all the other
things you've done in your
life.

now reach back in your closet
and rattle the skeletons
lingering there.

finger your dreams in the
dark under pressure
from the mind
to find yourself.

the lightning severance
will sing and
anxiety will
harmonize with the knife.

you've done it again...
****** it all up
and everyone
knows it.

you could eat all the erasers
in the world
and your **** still
wouldn't come out correct.

a lifetime of valleys and
seawalls has made you
an avatar of
effortless blunder.

and you can't stop bleeding
all over the page; white
is red again
cause
you blue it.

bleed in―breathe out
breathe in―bleed out
bleed in―breathe out
breathe in―
bleed out...

welcome to the creative
process.
lexis Apr 2021
I get paranoid after throwing up my fears the night before, intoxication comes easy when you’re lost in the worries of not being enough. The whispering from my nightmares become real, their faces distort in disgust when they look at me and the weight of terror eats me alive.
Raven Feels Apr 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, some memories haunt us to the grave---they never fade:|


I put the space

mere a distance

and air to redeem

for the desk to choke the

fogging steam

heavy unspoken glares of things untold a gleam

nears and approaches some spites that repeat

if walls at least could shout could scream

lines would be spit to the ultimate some tense perched

meant on bits of merged

known subtles

left on the bottles

shaped from knuckles

inherited not chuckles

reds on the addicting muffles

        
                                                                ­                        ------ravenfeels
Raven Feels Apr 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, some days can be numb:\


in the instant blink of an eye

in the double slow tick of the clock

in the gloomy twitch of the sun

in the unnnotice of the dusk and the dawn

in the raw mere of blur

in the racing droplets down the tub

in the pretentious eyes of red

in the odorless stink of the day

in the companion of numbness

in the tasteless lines of wry disgust  

in the lyrics of merciful peace


                                                                            -------ravenfeels
Nicole Mar 2021
A river runs red
From my knuckles into the sink.
As I stand there,
Hands dripping.
Washing the evidence of loving you,
Scrubbing the remembrance of the flesh.
Draining into pipes are memories of bodies together,
And mouths full of lies.
I give up anger
Face my fears
Surprise my body
With feelings of happiness
And yet sadness still prevails
Filled with disgust
I despise
With my faint heart
I'm consumed once more
By the very bitter emotions i tried to over shadow
Bitter emotions of anger, fear sadness destroy one true sweet emotion which is happiness
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