Today, I shall dip myself in a vat of love energies. Oh how grand to feels alert, awake, better than before. Here I swim in footsteps harboring unconditional love. Loves door, I welcome you to. Come Be My Guest.
For once I think I'll speak clearly. My hands are a megaphone. I feel like my legs are buried in paper up to the iliopsoas.
do you feel it?
I am improper syntax incarnate. My hands are up to my mouth. I feel like I call to you and you won't visibly position yourself.
do you feel it?
What a tragic life to be terribly lonely so overtly by my own design. Words I should easily speak disguise in the esoteric words I write.
i feel you. i do
in fact like an acid trip dusted over days i hang onto every letter
and in the subtle twisting of the pen your vibrations enter my eyes and in the drumming of your zealous fingers against the keyboard and in the tapping at the glass as you ignore your text messages
your affecting verse travels my arterials and fills my chest with life
are we alike?
I can't help but ask it. I sit puffing cherry pie, feeling quite abandoned. You know the story.
Do you feel absolutely sundered by your insides? Can't stop the gnawing unless you actualize your leaden brain.
well adjusted to deep addiction to discord.
and i join your audience in admiration of the grace absent in myself
I appreciate the **** out of you all. I wouldn't write if I didn't read, and all your words are worth repeating. All of you. Your words are a ******* blessing to such a casually deteriorating, increasingly dreary world. When I'm feeling dead, your words connect, and I want you to know that. It's a home away from home. Spill it, spill it.
I want you to love me like you loved me when we met. After time and experience what's love but a nebulous concept? I'm all yours. Clutch my searing sparkle, while it's yours, like your ardor is too voracious to contest. I'm all yours. I want you to love me as the moment's past, like you've endeavored to make the moment last. Had I ever adored another sacred satellite more, I would have left but I'm permanently pulsing in narcosis on the floor, dead devoted, waiting for the wanton conflagration to return.
Keenly sharpened lashes black the soul Shroud the awful secrets of portals Two brown pretending eyes pulling in The sun, moon, light, every remaining hint
Yet prey's feet split the difference over floor Soles stick to stone, *** warms, heart exposed And the blood kept sacredly entombed As prey migrates wildly out of vein Til the gun dogs swap kisses In familiar red
Keenly sharpened garb draws the edges Grants malevolence a silhouette Encroaching ****** deviance Dances her hips so sweetly you forget
Anxious, strained, agitated, placid, still, dispassionate Reference the DSM and of its many pages Ask ad infinitum, Will you heal schism? Lines of my shape in shade seem monstrous when I've been your part and whole well before your birth Not long ago you were pale, *****-white I breathed over your mother's neck I painted canvas with color