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Cinderella smokes Cinderella stares and exhales Cinderella what a beautiful girl memory loss is the salvation I desperately crave the coin shows heads whichever way you toss the damp night welcomes me into her arms the creamy sky, it sighs and sheds a few tears a tear for you, for me and for what we never used to be a tear for every night I didn't spend in your bed a tear for every day where distance grew in confidence a tear for this crouched shadow hiding from me. Cinderella's boots maltreat the spare stub you look spacy while searching for a tree to jiggle there's no shortage of choice, this forest is all yours oh, it's all yours tonight yet all the choices make you feel dizzy and you sit down on the ground to smoke a ciggy. You always liked to read my gaze guess all those pictures in my head and watch all those fish floundering in your net You light another and think about all the milk cartoons you trashed you're still squeezing the last drop out of me wash me down your sink and smile and think you probably got it all and you probably did I end up down your drain and mingle with your last boy's ***** and your period blood. Your place to rest is always the kitchen my place to sleep, it's near your pillow just six feet under oh, six feet down I lie and close my eyes. You believe life's just a laugh I believe Eros will always get the last laugh he waits for my desperation to reach boiling point and then he spreads his wings and flies away Oh, that's you spread your wings and fly away. Your last dream was a plushy ball your dress was rose gold and my cheeks were just plain red and your wings they clung so firmly to your back Oh, Cinderella, if you want a smoke, just take one of mine I was born to swindle you, born to lie, born to deceive you and you were born to never even notice. The doves come land on the edges of your balcony you ask for their help and they say yes and I melt 'cause I know the doves have never failed and you'll see him and you'll smile and I won't be there and you'll sign on the dotted line he'll be yours for as long as you desire and you'll be his for as long as you desire Thunder roars approval and from six feet under I wince objections heard by no one particular. It's fine for you, you'll sort the peas for 80 years And I'll drink the sleet and breathe Stairs of pitch will keep me in this prison underground Stairs of pitch will discourage you from ever peeking down Stairs of pitch jam the way to your mind and you like the fact that your prince will now have to climb the window. I'll dream of cutting off your toe and your heel to stop you from ever fleeing me and then I'll desperately sob and when I wake up, I'll be six feet down looking up to you and you'll ask: 'Care for a smoke?'
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
Cinderella Smokes
Cinderella smokes Cinderella stares and exhales Cinderella what a beautiful girl memory loss is the salvation I desperately crave the coin shows heads whichever way you toss the damp night welcomes me into her arms the creamy sky, it sighs and sheds a few tears a tear for you, for me and for what we never used to be a tear for every night I didn't spend in your bed a tear for every day where distance grew in confidence a tear for this crouched shadow hiding from me. Cinderella's boots maltreat the spare stub you look spacy while searching for a tree to jiggle there's no shortage of choice, this forest is all yours oh, it's all yours tonight yet all the choices make you feel dizzy and you sit down on the ground to smoke a ciggy. You always liked to read my gaze guess all those pictures in my head and watch all those fish floundering in your net You light another and think about all the milk cartoons you trashed you're still squeezing the last drop out of me wash me down your sink and smile and think you probably got it all and you probably did I end up down your drain and mingle with your last boy's ***** and your period blood. Your place to rest is always the kitchen my place to sleep, it's near your pillow just six feet under oh, six feet down I lie and close my eyes. You believe life's just a laugh I believe Eros will always get the last laugh he waits for my desperation to reach boiling point and then he spreads his wings and flies away Oh, that's you spread your wings and fly away. Your last dream was a plushy ball your dress was rose gold and my cheeks were just plain red and your wings they clung so firmly to your back Oh, Cinderella, if you want a smoke, just take one of mine I was born to swindle you, born to lie, born to deceive you and you were born to never even notice. The doves come land on the edges of your balcony you ask for their help and they say yes and I melt 'cause I know the doves have never failed and you'll see him and you'll smile and I won't be there and you'll sign on the dotted line he'll be yours for as long as you desire and you'll be his for as long as you desire Thunder roars approval and from six feet under I wince objections heard by no one particular. It's fine for you, you'll sort the peas for 80 years And I'll drink the sleet and breathe Stairs of pitch will keep me in this prison underground Stairs of pitch will discourage you from ever peeking down Stairs of pitch jam the way to your mind and you like the fact that your prince will now have to climb the window. I'll dream of cutting off your toe and your heel to stop you from ever fleeing me and then I'll desperately sob and when I wake up, I'll be six feet down looking up to you and you'll ask: 'Care for a smoke?'
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the sea so different from the sand yet go down deep enough and you'll find sand at the bottom of the sea. the sand so different from the sea yet dig deep enough and you'll discover water hidden under the sand. you're so different from me and I'm different from you yet beyond the surface at our very core you'll find me hidden in you and you in me.
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
The Sea and The Sand
Bella was young, Bella was fair With bilious green eyes and velvet hair Her face a work of art Made her creator's eyes squint and fall apart Bella never let my filthy tongue near her silent heart. My Bella, she loved nothing more Than to be a sled one had to grind Through a desert of white, a sea of ice He pulled her all over frozen fields, past the last of crystal trees And then he hid her in the glistering white of nature's eyeball. For my Bella, I'd always find time to mourn Addicted to hazy cigar heat and first-degree burns But dreaded thoughts of her lovely chest freezing to death Ultimately sent me on the pointless quest Of searching for Bella in her icy mess. Bella never saw the dozens of dead dogs I had to leave by the wayside She turned to me at the end of this cruel ride And said: 'George, be careful what you preach You might be feel cold, but I don't 'Round here, you're looking at nature's peach And for me, it's right by the beach!'
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
Unhappy Bella
Love and peace and all this drivel Hate and war and damaged people Sadness, hurt and the eternal clock ticking And you're the scratch that's badly itching. And when the universe explodes Giddy girls drop all their clothes Stop the grind, enjoy the show We all live discreetly on death row. You and I, we didn't meet by chance Blooming summer forever rejecting winter's advance Werewolves outrun the sunset in stolen cars Eyes full of blood and chests full of tar. Ants crawling over my body form your name Around you, my hormones form a tidal wave I'm so far from Tarzan, yet you'll always remain A velvet mystery named Jane.
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC
The Unknown
My sweet delirium two copies of strong coffee Trump Reality any day. The people around you chasing shadows out of town pictures of war getting blown away And then time will stop getting stuck in this one moment I'm fine with it.
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Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
Copies of Coffee
The future, the future What's false now won't get any truer Who's winning now won't turn into a loser The future doesn't wait for anyone And neither do you It brightens the bright and darkens the dark Five years and I'm still waiting for you to ask. I was promised something else Surviving on something borrowed and something blue The future says "I will be sorrow. And I will be loss. I'll never really start, but I'll definitely end. And I'll take everyone and everything you have." "Do you happen to have any upsides?" "Yes. I'm the same for everyone." Well then.
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Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
Spitting and Smoking
He lifts you and carries you someplace Doesn't even matter where I sit someplace and stare Doesn't even matter where. Pictures flash before our eyes Mine just in my head, yours come from outside. Every day, there's so much at stake I don't even gamble it all away Already lost my money on the way to the casino. Will you think about What marriage and Stockholm Syndrome have in common When you stand at the altar and tell him you love him? Hear me sigh It feels so ******* bad Being a ******* rat And not the live one on your sweet shoulder Just the dead one under your boyfriend's shoe.
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Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
You Love To **** Rats and Unfortunately, I'm A Rat
I'm sitting in your tiny dark kitchen You say "Now I'm here and all is well No need to cry, no reason to dwell." I say "Stop kidding, sweetie, just look out the door there's nothing there but your balcony You may get me out of depression But you'll never get depression out of me."
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC
Three Syllables
A house painted in white, the colour of peace Autumn covers its frontyard in leaves The masses gather and scream A crackling voice betrays seething beliefs. It's a lie waiting to be sold to the highest bidder Honey, everything will get better if we add some glitter Warning signs covered with election posters A popularity contest, let's introduce the imposters. I'm a special kind of candidate For decades, I've endured all your hate And those you despise, I know them all by name But will they ever listen to what I'm saying? I'm a self-made man just taking care of business And since I've made it, every day is Christmas Push their bodies off the pier, this is just a modern witch test And if the weights make them drown, at least they're gonna ***** less. This car without breaks is gaining traction Let's ask the Romans how to stop a chain reaction Both sides scream People to the ballots, cast your vote for our very last bastion. A waste of paper, an American election.
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
An American Election
I found you when I strayed too far north sailed further than it was safe They warned me, begged me to return but I had found the sea and left the shore said goodbye to the days of yore. With my destination in sight, I could hardly believe my eyes The sky turned pink, green and violet I stared at my life through a wide-angle lens. You graced the night, you made me go blind A dancing, smiling, breathing light Your icy thighs My northern lights. Then I stepped out of a buzzing fridge eagerly awaited an exciting new age couldn't wait to tear off my ****** thorns But you just made me eat my words Count my faults Finished dreams and swallowed thoughts But who was responsible for all the pictures in my head? I never chose to be caught in your fishing net. You graced the night, made me go blind A dancing, smiling, breathing light Your icy thighs My northern lights. I tried to stay in the desert of snow but over time, you just grew cold you stopped shining for me at all resisted my screams and ignored my calls. I sailed home and left your frozen paradise and today, I saw a girl I liked and lifted my heavy eyes. She was dressed in white, feet all bare I wonder What if Jesus Christ had bleached blonde hair?
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
Aurora
I'm walking on my own through my tunnel Cars wait in line impatient waves of bright lights flash through the dark Do you remember when it was just us in the jungle? A dark man asks for my ticket I show him your picture and move on Robots cower behind the steering wheel Repeating one phrase forever "We'll never get out of here but you might and that's the deal" When a fire breaks out in my tunnel I'll try and run right through Ignore the burning Shake the ashes off my arm. In here, there's no sun or rain or snow Just a numb grey glow I don't want to look back to the past but sometimes I might. That's my tunnel and you're my light.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
9 to 5
'Do you feel it, too?' I enquire. 'No, I don't. I'm sorry.' 'That's alright', I reply. 'I can just feel it for the both of us.'
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 8:42 AM UTC
A Little Talk
It's just one more glass and then I'll jump in this vodka-filled ocean no worries, I've got my parachute ready I'll land safely and stay on top for a while until I had more and more and more because I want to see what's at the bottom and forget all about the surface then I lose my grasp, float away and see the depths of my despair. You're sad and drunk, too, I know waiting for someone to come lift you up telling a blank sheet of paper what he'll look and feel and act like and when you find him, you leave those times behind you Will you think about what marriage and Stockholm Syndrome have in common when you stand at the altar and tell him you love him? No, I don't think you'll do you chose this life and it didn't choose you. Look, I know you'd get ****** because you're better at everything the naked eye can see that's why they listen to you, but not to me you're a great fake and I'm a bad original what can I let you see? More darkness than one could take a ray of light? I've been waiting since birth, might as well forget about that Nobody ever said a destroyed building looked beautiful I've been bombed, hit and hurt, taken apart, forgotten and rotten. When I write about you, there should be envy your acclaim, your adulation, the money you earned the work you put in, it was well worth it you touched people, reached down to their souls, made them relate that's your goal, that's why you write, drink and stay up late. How laudable to write with a goal in mind, you hear, I think it's great you can give them what they want It will certainly get you very far in life. You obsess about every line, write one-sentenced-poems that take hours because the line gets better, you say and I ask you: But does it get truer? You say: You want my advice or not? Your lines sound like you thought of them and then just typed them in but what you didn't recognize was they make no sense at all. I said: But maybe that's the point.
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
I Think Your Last Poem About Love And Depression Was Great, I Could Really Relate
It's just one more glass and then I'll jump in this vodka-filled ocean no worries, I've got my parachute ready I'll land safely and stay on top for a while until I had more and more and more because I want to see what's at the bottom and forget all about the surface then I lose my grasp, float away and see the depths of my despair. You're sad and drunk, too, I know waiting for someone to come lift you up telling a blank sheet of paper what he'll look and feel and act like and when you find him, you leave those times behind you Will you think about what marriage and Stockholm Syndrome have in common when you stand at the altar and tell him you love him? No, I don't think you'll do you chose this life and it didn't choose you. Look, I know you'd get ****** because you're better at everything the naked eye can see that's why they listen to you, but not to me you're a great fake and I'm a bad original what can I let you see? More darkness than one could take a ray of light? I've been waiting since birth, might as well forget about that Nobody ever said a destroyed building looked beautiful I've been bombed, hit and hurt, taken apart, forgotten and rotten. When I write about you, there should be envy your acclaim, your adulation, the money you earned the work you put in, it was well worth it you touched people, reached down to their souls, made them relate that's your goal, that's why you write, drink and stay up late. How laudable to write with a goal in mind, you hear, I think it's great you can give them what they want It will certainly get you very far in life. You obsess about every line, write one-sentenced-poems that take hours because the line gets better, you say and I ask you: But does it get truer? You say: You want my advice or not? Your lines sound like you thought of them and then just typed them in but what you didn't recognize was they make no sense at all. I said: But maybe that's the point.
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I start to howl when moonlight shimmers sharing my dinner with other myopic sinners Like the street lights, I'm turned on at night during the day, I merely sleep with my eyes open wide. Time rattles by like a late train leaving me in somber ash rain I'd run away if all signs weren't pointing at you my brain paints your face in the most beautiful blue. You never answered any of my questions I figured it all out, except for one last bastion 'cause one thing still leaves me reeling Are you really happy in your palace of reason? When you first saw his chiselled jaw and dark-haired beauty You told me: “He looks just like the guy from that one old movie!” You said he was only a friend, but those were bad lies he had long stolen your heart in a perfect heist. Now he's conquered you explored you and he won't ever share you His black hair and your black heart when two come together, one falls apart. It's not how you feel, it's just how you act and taking him into bed makes you stop being sad In crystalline sheets and colourful covers I wonder if love can only exist between lovers. In class I stare out the window or look at the girl next to you thinking “Why can't it be her? She's pretty, she's fun, she loves sports" But when you ask me if you look pretty tonight I'm just lost for words. You're the most beautiful demon I ever had to battle When you tell me I'm cute that's the *** talking to the kettle.
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
Mydriasis (or: The Diluted Eyes Of A Man Who Wrote Children's Stories Containing Fascist Propaganda)
My icy looks your icy soul Inhale and exhale Inhale and exhale In - oh, **** The windmills laugh at me two at once The house, the sunshine, the harsh wind Limited space horses get lined up then they get shot. Eyes meet and hearts part dark-haired and street smart "You look at me like I died ten years ago" you tell me, your voice suave and low And I thought **** that was poetic.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC
Holland
I scream and I dream I frown and I drown A sea of melancholy engulfs me The wave caresses my cheek, then passes by As I begin to make my way down I remember what I 'd forgotten And people appear, crystal clear Faces I knew Bodies I touched Souls I explored They silently muster what I've become Hollow features and lifeless limbs They look like dolls grown up There are more and more, until I lose count They encircle me, one desperately tries to speak Only to be silenced by the sea Now they grab me by my arms and carry me down to the bottom of the sea, where my feet touch ice cold ground. Surrounded by statues of sand your face lights up this dark place like it always used to. A confident gaze, a wry smile you haven't left for a while You've been here and I've been somewhere else we've been in the same state, but never the same place. You open your mouth and words break out They sound artificial, like they're from a tape recorder They echo back at me from everywhere in the sea “He who travels to the bottom of the sea Has learned oh so many things But if he ever goes back up again all those things he will forget.” And now here I am Alive and awake Pouring cold water over my face Staring in my bathroom mirror and it stares back.
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
The Story of the Parrot who killed his Pirate
Turn the tables tumble through tears totalitarian thespians trying tired themes Tanned tenants thrive trespassing turtles turn towards tornadoes Tested trees tower tall tomorrow terrifies Timetraveller Tom. Again and again I have to make my choice between your fiery face and the endless maze But then I remember my heart is made up of a thousand tiny Belgian Waffles A thousand tiny Belgian Waffles.
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Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
Belgian Waffles