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66 six poems of searching for lawyers (And) lacerating in paper lament My muse being vamped by the land Black and white, out-inside Making no sense, as a tree Falls into a drained sea. A mountain is nothing but me
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Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC
kongrin
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66 six poems of searching for lawyers (And) lacerating in paper lament My muse being vamped by the land Black and white, out-inside Making no sense, as a tree Falls into a drained sea. A mountain is nothing but me
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Glass has been shattered. He's shattered. On the floor and I don't know who he is anymore. The light from the exploding sky has no clue which piece of him is fit to shine off of. Like all of him is just so dark, no light could ever escape to reflect. There are always hidden sights, you just have to care enough to see. A Chinese hut on the mountain with a waterfall that turns into the night sky. There's a man in the sky who's got tentacles for half of his face. Northern lights turning into vines and flowers. A waif living in acid with a cape of smoke. The cracks in your lips aren't just from the dry weather. Your teeth are rotten. I know it started in your jaw. From clenching it so hard. It started in the roots of your molars. Was that just the cigarettes? Has it spread? Is that why the bags under your eyes look like you're leaving for good? You carry it all on your shoulders. Is that why they always lean forward? Guess you ran out of room, wiped your eyes, set the carry ons down there. Your eyes droop already but you'll be ****** in an hour. Maybe you'll get so high you can hang on to a plane, find your destination from the sky. It'd be easy right? A place without clouds. You want to see the skies so clearly the angel's are practically right next to your face. You could stroke her wings with your eyelashes. That is if you even blink. They wipe away the poison spilled on your tongue. They rub off your bitterness like it's my eye shadow on your shoulder. Pat your head, erasing the memory of me. Because I'm Alfalfa's out of place cow lick that forgot how to stay in its chains of hair gel and grease. Forgot how to keep low, forgot how to keep my neck out of reach of all the razor blades threatening me from the walls. A conversation with you is like putting on a ****** Which we never do. How ironic right? You're shattered. Been taken hostage by the words in your head. Or maybe I never knew you at all. Maybe you've always been cracking, and I got to see the tape give up and peel. I watched you pick at the glue. I've seen you smile as your entire being spilled through the cracks. I missed the suspension of the show getting a joint for your flowers. I thought I'd get something to make you cough instead of sneeze. I was thrown into your big crowning glory. The huge ****** The insanely dramatic denouement. When everything left, you crumbled in. Your empty bones became sand inside of you. I watched you in the middle of the circus ring. All lights focused on your skin. Your left knee in the center of a couple cross wires. The red dot sight focused on your chest a ruse for us to expect firecrackers soon. The dot shaking unsteadily having us on the edge of our seats. The lights are alternating, spinning, going faster than the blood pumping past my ears. Somewhere drums sped up and clowns slid out of balloons like mercury. All shiny, their eyes sliding up and down from fingertips, to their right shoulder. They danced, spun, Their bodies reflecting the light's lies to our ears. The lies spin, transforming flying at me faster than your fathers words cut your strength. He slit your resilience's jugular and already choked out your light. We saw none of this. Eyes focused on the red dot. You're swaying, half way through the tight rope taking a **** The same star design circling the ground becoming your pupils. You never exhaled. But we see that last cloud of THC seep out of your pores. Liquid clowns suspended by your perspective, start giggling at my shaking hands. Their lies almost cover me like spiderwebs. I feel them lick their lips like I'm a meal they can't wait to pick out of their teeth. And I whisper "My bones will pierce your lungs. I am made of razor blades, hollow pipes, and my blood is infected with plutonium. He is already glass, dust, you find an annoyance to sweep off the floor." Cobwebs made of dead skin falling from my ears, sliding off like an unsupported pair of sunglasses. I hear no bullet. But I see you get another puff out of the roach. You smile, spread your arms. ****** tattered, wings rip from your shoulders. The angels didn't give you the beauty they promised. Lies are like enamel, layered in everyone's mouth. Your last words were shouted into a crowded circus tent, but they echo only inside my pulse. Seconds pass like minutes. Children giggle in front of me. Intoxicated on the whiskey they sipped from their dad's coca-cola. Their father's looking at the pictures he took of his secretary. The mom at the house "working". Too busy riding the same secretary's face to tag along. Everything floating by me. Strings I could pluck, make music out of dead lives for the bullet fighting it's way towards my mosaic window. He's shattered. His insides decayed. His body condemned. The mortician said no embalming was needed with this one. I was too busy focusing on how your body swallowed the light. You became a swirling black cloud of battery acid. Sulfur assaulting my airways. Arsenic unnoticeable but my stomach covered in it, eating my organs. Everything went into you. There was no shadow, everything was engulfed in your tornado. No silhouette for my peripheral vision to catch while I watched your magic trick. How long have you been dead? You tried to put on my gear, armour, if you will, I burned it. Not wanting to give you the satisfaction of helping me while simultaneously snapping every bone in my body. You couldn't prepare me for this. No matter how much you tried to explain, I wouldn't be able to grasp the red dot disappearing, a bullet going though your knee cap. The boney see through wings tearing through your skin. Shouting "I'm golden." The wings tried to take your body with them, but the rotted bones weighed your cracked shell of a body down. Your take off failed. Furthermore the angels ****** you up, they went back on their deal. Your eyes shine like they've had halo's stuck in them for years. You're 17, ****** up in the head, and your last words were a reassurance. Did you know I'd hear you? Did you know your body would explode into a cluster **** of gases? Toxic enough to singe your eyebrows. Everyone's cheering. I see the spiderweb lies stuffed in their ears like cotton I wasn't wearing safety goggles. I wasn't ready for your skin to fall like ashes. Bone shards stuck in the ceiling. One jutting from the moving eye ball of a clown. I realize you've become a snake. Shedding and leaving your skin by my back door. Habit's changed. I'm an old *** rag, that you're probably never going to wash. I want to glue you back together. Lay in bed with you again, have the sun shine brighter than your eyes. When I was so deep in love fluff I hadn't realized someone ****** on the cotton candy you had just bought. I want to go back. Everything used to be so simple. School, work, hang out with you, go home and sleep. Just tell me one thing... How'd you fake being alive like that. You've been dead for months. But you burned brighter than The exploding sky that refused to shine on you. Maybe you breathed it all in, ****** the entire sun into your bones. Is that why you finally crumbled? Why did you die? Why did you crumble? Why did I have to find out at a ****** up carnival?
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
Lostkey
****** Up Carnival-
Glass has been shattered. He's shattered. On the floor and I don't know who he is anymore. The light from the exploding sky has no clue which piece of him is fit to shine off of. Like all of him is just so dark, no light could ever escape to reflect. There are always hidden sights, you just have to care enough to see. A Chinese hut on the mountain with a waterfall that turns into the night sky. There's a man in the sky who's got tentacles for half of his face. Northern lights turning into vines and flowers. A waif living in acid with a cape of smoke. The cracks in your lips aren't just from the dry weather. Your teeth are rotten. I know it started in your jaw. From clenching it so hard. It started in the roots of your molars. Was that just the cigarettes? Has it spread? Is that why the bags under your eyes look like you're leaving for good? You carry it all on your shoulders. Is that why they always lean forward? Guess you ran out of room, wiped your eyes, set the carry ons down there. Your eyes droop already but you'll be ****** in an hour. Maybe you'll get so high you can hang on to a plane, find your destination from the sky. It'd be easy right? A place without clouds. You want to see the skies so clearly the angel's are practically right next to your face. You could stroke her wings with your eyelashes. That is if you even blink. They wipe away the poison spilled on your tongue. They rub off your bitterness like it's my eye shadow on your shoulder. Pat your head, erasing the memory of me. Because I'm Alfalfa's out of place cow lick that forgot how to stay in its chains of hair gel and grease. Forgot how to keep low, forgot how to keep my neck out of reach of all the razor blades threatening me from the walls. A conversation with you is like putting on a ****** Which we never do. How ironic right? You're shattered. Been taken hostage by the words in your head. Or maybe I never knew you at all. Maybe you've always been cracking, and I got to see the tape give up and peel. I watched you pick at the glue. I've seen you smile as your entire being spilled through the cracks. I missed the suspension of the show getting a joint for your flowers. I thought I'd get something to make you cough instead of sneeze. I was thrown into your big crowning glory. The huge ****** The insanely dramatic denouement. When everything left, you crumbled in. Your empty bones became sand inside of you. I watched you in the middle of the circus ring. All lights focused on your skin. Your left knee in the center of a couple cross wires. The red dot sight focused on your chest a ruse for us to expect firecrackers soon. The dot shaking unsteadily having us on the edge of our seats. The lights are alternating, spinning, going faster than the blood pumping past my ears. Somewhere drums sped up and clowns slid out of balloons like mercury. All shiny, their eyes sliding up and down from fingertips, to their right shoulder. They danced, spun, Their bodies reflecting the light's lies to our ears. The lies spin, transforming flying at me faster than your fathers words cut your strength. He slit your resilience's jugular and already choked out your light. We saw none of this. Eyes focused on the red dot. You're swaying, half way through the tight rope taking a **** The same star design circling the ground becoming your pupils. You never exhaled. But we see that last cloud of THC seep out of your pores. Liquid clowns suspended by your perspective, start giggling at my shaking hands. Their lies almost cover me like spiderwebs. I feel them lick their lips like I'm a meal they can't wait to pick out of their teeth. And I whisper "My bones will pierce your lungs. I am made of razor blades, hollow pipes, and my blood is infected with plutonium. He is already glass, dust, you find an annoyance to sweep off the floor." Cobwebs made of dead skin falling from my ears, sliding off like an unsupported pair of sunglasses. I hear no bullet. But I see you get another puff out of the roach. You smile, spread your arms. ****** tattered, wings rip from your shoulders. The angels didn't give you the beauty they promised. Lies are like enamel, layered in everyone's mouth. Your last words were shouted into a crowded circus tent, but they echo only inside my pulse. Seconds pass like minutes. Children giggle in front of me. Intoxicated on the whiskey they sipped from their dad's coca-cola. Their father's looking at the pictures he took of his secretary. The mom at the house "working". Too busy riding the same secretary's face to tag along. Everything floating by me. Strings I could pluck, make music out of dead lives for the bullet fighting it's way towards my mosaic window. He's shattered. His insides decayed. His body condemned. The mortician said no embalming was needed with this one. I was too busy focusing on how your body swallowed the light. You became a swirling black cloud of battery acid. Sulfur assaulting my airways. Arsenic unnoticeable but my stomach covered in it, eating my organs. Everything went into you. There was no shadow, everything was engulfed in your tornado. No silhouette for my peripheral vision to catch while I watched your magic trick. How long have you been dead? You tried to put on my gear, armour, if you will, I burned it. Not wanting to give you the satisfaction of helping me while simultaneously snapping every bone in my body. You couldn't prepare me for this. No matter how much you tried to explain, I wouldn't be able to grasp the red dot disappearing, a bullet going though your knee cap. The boney see through wings tearing through your skin. Shouting "I'm golden." The wings tried to take your body with them, but the rotted bones weighed your cracked shell of a body down. Your take off failed. Furthermore the angels ****** you up, they went back on their deal. Your eyes shine like they've had halo's stuck in them for years. You're 17, ****** up in the head, and your last words were a reassurance. Did you know I'd hear you? Did you know your body would explode into a cluster **** of gases? Toxic enough to singe your eyebrows. Everyone's cheering. I see the spiderweb lies stuffed in their ears like cotton I wasn't wearing safety goggles. I wasn't ready for your skin to fall like ashes. Bone shards stuck in the ceiling. One jutting from the moving eye ball of a clown. I realize you've become a snake. Shedding and leaving your skin by my back door. Habit's changed. I'm an old *** rag, that you're probably never going to wash. I want to glue you back together. Lay in bed with you again, have the sun shine brighter than your eyes. When I was so deep in love fluff I hadn't realized someone ****** on the cotton candy you had just bought. I want to go back. Everything used to be so simple. School, work, hang out with you, go home and sleep. Just tell me one thing... How'd you fake being alive like that. You've been dead for months. But you burned brighter than The exploding sky that refused to shine on you. Maybe you breathed it all in, ****** the entire sun into your bones. Is that why you finally crumbled? Why did you die? Why did you crumble? Why did I have to find out at a ****** up carnival?
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