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Empire Mar 2019
I know You're there
Hope
I just have blinded myself
In my wandering
In my stupidity
In my indulgence
In my twisted mind
So, I don't think I can see
You'll have to come find me
Rescue me
Because I have spent my time
Busily crippling myself
Because honestly I deserve it
But, my Hope, I know You're there
So, please, come to my rescue
Be my Salvation,
Healing
Rose Cliff Mar 2019
i am consumed by the overwhelming urge
to up root and change my world

i am sick of seeing
the same things i always see

i am sick of being
the same contempt me
c Mar 2019
My parents thought
I was sick
But I’m just choking
On my words
I’m sick of him
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
I have a friend who is a surgeon a career of his decision.
Performing tonsillectomy and frequent circumcision.
Another friend who only meets with lepers lives by prostitution.
Both taking paths in life to live by their chosen best solution.
Both very different careers by choice and so many passing ships
Both surviving and living well and both taking lots of tips.
very borrowed ideas.... no doubt I am sick
Jodie-Elaine Mar 2019
Tyrant vandal Belly buttons born from tongue toy hammer whack shameless pantomime gold-digger jezebel ***** archetype bad product off food witchy fingers green fluorescent pink yellow ray of backwards twist mother truckers flat wheel tyre engine fire engine whoop weep tear tears down ripped up feeling face straight up to ceiling baby crib our tired little limbs break against the tide I want to swim away from here place island Caribbean holiday at Christmas I don’t want to be here when I get back lead trail hike walk up the stairs followed my shadow tie me up to lamppost dead flowers bouquet take give taker giver relationship spit out the blues by Benny and The Jets riddle saxophonists up walls and silly laughter clown faces you are a good morning stream streamer party thrower down sink lob me up pipes plumber broken loo place to sit and ponder on my **** think too many faces cherub fat little smile me a river bend down here we build a fort like kids and you’re home for ***** sake safety traffic cone orange still scares me to death bobby pins left on windowsills I chuck the memory out back it makes me sick pummel the cheekbones down flat face two face baby feet get into bins bin trash bag split when I picked it up I’m covered in rotten courgetti hipster you’re a stinking mess I hate your stupid shoes walk in a straight line you drunken ******* skip home with me hop scotch decanter glass slips off side crash pop Rice Krispy cereal noise white noise rain playlist through the walls
I push through in pure stubbornness
I
leave us be
lots of love,
distance.
Manipulated stream of consciousness poem from the 'PERFORMANCE ARTIST POETRY...' collection.
Thorns Mar 2019
Your teeth are sharp and poison filled
Your tongue is slit
Your eyes are still
As they stare back gleaming in the darkness
Lurking
Waiting...for the ****
When you strike the shadows fall
They mourn of their death
Like the bodies they belonged to
Your venom even intoxicates my soul
Enabling my spirit
Killing off what's left of me
Your venom courses through my blood
Floods to my brain
Burning through my mind
Destroying my body
Until I'm yours
Until I crave your presents
Beg for your poison
Plead for your venom
Your filthy poison
Your venom
To be free from the demise
I destroy myself all together
And finally, I fall to a peaceful rest at your feet
Your venom conjured another innocent soul
What is your next disgustful need?
You sick creature
One day your venom will be the death of you
Venom...
Aseel Mar 2019
Can someone be your happiness and makes you wanna die at the same time?
Alaina Moore Mar 2019
Full freefall into bed.
Notice every lumpy detail;
every crumb not swept away.
Head pounds like a drumline.
Aches woven in every muscle fiber.
Hot and cold flashes rotating through time.
Dry sweat soaks my skin.
Seconds masquerading as hours.
Thoughts scratching the chords, choking to death.
Unique and unmistakablely familiar. I know this feeling so well.
Mya Mar 2019
The fogginess in my senses
The scratching down my throat
The burning in my eyes
The pounding in my head
The aching of my bones
The tilting of my balance

I think I am sick
I feel like I'm going to crumble
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