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Abi Sweeney Apr 2014
Inebriated by the tingling sensation of your hands on my body.
Jazzelle Monae Apr 2014
It's such the contradiction
the way you make me feel
like the earth has drunk
the whiskey,
the sun's sober spill.
Tilted on my axis,
weaker in my knees
I don't exactly grasp
the spell you put on me.
You sedate me oh so smoothly,
like ***** in a glass,
My morning mug of coffee,
you keep me clear, fast.
like clockwork, your lips find mine,
and my heart is in your hand
sober and intoxicated
just like you had planned
© 2014 by Jazzelle Monae. All rights reserved.
Ady May 2013
The vile of acid touches his tongue,

It is bitter, burning and horribly wrong.

Lost or found, anything goes.

His slipping mind and this aching crime.

Everything ruptures corrupted by life,

even white in the black shallow mime.

Stupid, dumb-****. Why can't he talk?

The shadows dance on the dark,

alluring and cunning giving a spark.

Observe the scorching rays of light!

Neon and blinking on this gruesome night.

The spinning, spiralling world, and this opening void,

Every thing confusing this young, troubled boy.

Look at him! Look at him dance,

to the tune of an aphonic trance.

Blurred reflections on condensed mirrors,

terrible headaches, and vicious tempers,

Everything shifting on such hazy conditions but,

Will he dance and regret again?

This grotesque and stupid addictions.

— The End —