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"You're crying again..."
"Am i?? ... sorry..."
"Stop saying sorry..."
"But i am..."
"Well don't be.. you don't need to be..... here, take this.."
"What is it?..."
"Vallium... "
"What? like .. like the Pidgeon film??"
"No you idiot that's Valliant.. this is Vallium... like the drug that stops you from shaking"
"I'm not shakein.. looks at my hands oh look.. i am, look at my hands ... ****
"i know sighs you're whole body is shaking, i might put you in the bath with the washing, half an hour and you'd have even the whites clean"
"shut up that's not... spills drink while taking a sip true.."
"really?? take your drugs you ******
"you're a terrible doctor"
"good thing i'm not a doctor then.."
smiles
...
...
"Here have a tissue..."
"What for??"
"You're crying again..."
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 2:56 AM UTC
Hold me,
The cold me,
Tell me what you told me.
See me,
Free me,
But please never flee me
Charm me,
Warm me,
Oh but please, do harm me.
Because you feel me,
The real me,
Your property to peel me.
Hate me,
Wait for me,
It's not just my fate for me.
Drown me,
Don't you frown at me,
At my open gown and me.
**** me, please **** me
Have that rill on me,
If you will please,
Have blood spill me,
Your ***** fill me,
Have my spine chill me,
But please, after this, **** me!
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC
In the thick of sticky summer heat
A voice that still makes my heart skip a beat
Run my tongue over the sound of your name
Knowing nothing could ever be the same
Your love was motion sickness on a highway
Your love was a red card for foul play
The double yellow lines we once sped by
Made a hole in my heart for you to occupy
Now that hole has become a shallow grave
Everyday, a vast emptiness I stave
More than anything, I miss your eyes
Or how for once, I needed no disguise
In my mind we get to roleplay
You say through the night you'll stay
We both wake with sun on our skin
My fingers trace the outline of your grin
But I wake with no sunshine near
The dark emptiness only brings fear
Every day is a cycle I can't break
My life is shallow and fake
Though you've left, I'm glad you came
Every cherry tree still speaks your name
Part of me wishes you'd hold me once more
Whisper that I'm who you adore
This summer I hope you find someone new
I hold no misconceptions - we're through
I'll always keep you near my heart
Now and forever, together or apart
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC
your body is poetry in a language
I have always wanted to become fluent
dripping in platinum, your lips steel-boned
I hear a quartet commanding me
agave forms in your sulci and pours out
with every breath of your exhale
there's a constellation in your pupils
you are the very moon itself and I am earth
in perigee, my tides rise to greet you
every strand between us twists and weaves
unbroken helixes that connect but never touch
you shine and I can't pull my eyes away
from the contours of your cupid's bow
you move in slow motion towards me
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 7:14 PM UTC
I can be iron and steel, built of bricks
a stone tablet front you've etched into
now left standing like a memorial dome
an outline recognizable and familiar
this fallout doesn't scare me and never has
imprinted blackened ghosts lay at my side
nuclear shadows of what we had said
long before the plutonium sparked
I'll be left standing, though worse for wear
but even radiation can be cleaned with time
like the decades you both gave and took
and the love that both healed and destroyed
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
I have often wondered, since my birth
what is my body worth?
does the outside count more than in?
humans are all born of sin--
kavanaugh weinstein trump
treat women as objects to dump
is my body for their hungry eyes?
will they undress my sweet disguise?
aware that my body is not my own
aware of my safety when I am alone
please don't think I could ever be yours
please don't harass me and shout out slurs
is an ** worth less than an xy?
how have we all turned a blind eye?
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
pain can be a muse, too
it's twinge always familiar for me
that it begins to feel like home
and I gladly let it consume me
*
It means I'm alive,
*
I remind myself to use it
fill a canvas with an empty heart
remember what beauty looks like
even when blindfolded
*
and I remember,
*
in the darkness I can still
find your lips on mine
feel your weight against me
hear breath and words on my neck
*
pain can be a love, too
*
because without one
there cannot exist the other
so I'd rather take them both
than never experience either
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
Your silver tinsel smile
Warm breath against my neck
Lips parted and I can almost taste you
Bubbles line champagne glasses
Their edges soft as skin
The needle work
Your fingertips sew
Against my arm
Like rain drops on
A golden window pane
And a dull heart ache
At the bottom of my stomach
Pulling me under
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
Striving to be the best
Selflessly or selfishly
No unrest
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 3:31 AM UTC
**Old Habits die heard,
Good Morals live long,
if it’s written it’s poem,
if it’s sang it’s song,
hold strong,
at the same time be ready to let go,
can’t escape our own cliches,
no matter how far we go,
see how the rhythm written is a dancer with no answers from the Muse,
well imagine the passion of being trapped in something as strong as you,
hold strong,
at the same time be ready to let go,
can’t escape our own cliches,
no matter how far we go,
and we go,
from the ends of the Earth,
to the beginning of this New World...
-from THHT Vol. 3
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆**
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
on this afternoon,
or was it yesterdays?
i am organizing fresh ash
into a name
the lettears weare filling
all that was left, detrails
i was just about finishing when
careful, careful, kuh-
cough!
i am-rowed my name from ash
blind to the cycle
focused on single carbons
i forget my lungs
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
RECORD: ****** KILLER
FROGMAN: TALKING HEArDS
. . . He went down the steps and walked backwards into the desert;
three-tree places, two-tree.
The back door of The Lab Tor open and they foiled out.
He cried out.
They fell in squacks,
they fell crackwards,
they tumblrd over The Word into the data.
The instruments were empty and they chortled at him,
trains-frogrified into a thought and a mind,
and he stood . . .
his body far away and absent,
letting his words do their re-inking tic.
Could he hold up a hand,
and tell them he had spent ninetbeen thousand years learning this tic
and others,
tell them of the instruments
and the words that had tested them?
Not with his mouth.
But his read
deadhead could tell
its own blue taile .
[. . You do not thrill with your mouth.
One who thrills with their mouth has forgotten the cage of their selfse.
You thrill with your throughts. .]
-- Stephen King, Frogman
. . I realized I was Laughing. I had been crying all along . }
-- Roland Deschain, Tacky Frogman's Frogman
Magenta: You thrilled them?
But I thought you shneeded them.
They shneeded you.
Riff Raff: THEY DIDN'T SHNEED ME!
THEY NEVER SHNEEDED ME!
STOP: TURN THOUGHT
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
it drips from lips too hot to touch
the sound remains but the words have left
his eye's sweat their egg yellow cries
the water sways while the lyrics go
hair that is an explosion
into her blue puddly stare
all that is gravity keeps it there
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
Now,
You
Are
Reading
My
Poem
And
You
Might
Hate
It
Because
It's
Actually
Senseless
And,
Right
Now,
You
Would
Stop
Reading.
Oops!
I guess
I was
Wrong
But
Now,
Really,
I know
You'll
Stop
Right
Here
.
Guess
I was
Wrong
Again.
This
Time
I won't
Be wrong
Anymore
Because
You
Would
Really
Stop
Reading
This
Right
Now
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
You were my rock
my shoulder boulder
eroded over time by mental health
that crept into the room by stealth
but remember all we talked about
you were the foundation
the building blocks
the "we can do this".
Navigate the spell of despair
bear the insignia with pride
dispel and expel the mental scars to bare
we were a team dude
you were my rock in the storm
we were shorn from the same cloth
you and I.
Never ones to shelter from the thunderstorm
arms outwards, dancing in hedonistic pleasure
revel in the present and like Leftfield said:
Release The Pressure.
We were Gods mate, legends in our own time
I am left to decipher why man why
you felt so alone you couldn't reach out
to family, to a friend and have a good cry;
I would've held you mate
like you held me that day.
I had a call from an unknown number
I picked it up in random wonder
to be told your body was found this morning
attached to a home-made rope
feet in shadow by your painted awning
utterly gutted
my brain waves disrupted
that my Sifu, my Teacher, My Friend
life was suddenly spent.
I just sent a letter of poems
for you to read with my consent.
I feel lost.
I feel broken.
The demons we talked about
I've kept them in control
now out of control
the devils have awoken.
You were my friend
like a brother
from another mother
I am left to wonder
where are you now
but know now that your pain has ceased
there will always be a jigsaw piece
of the blue sky missing;
go with God my friend
and forever rest in peace.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC