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Choking on hourglasses full of sand and nothing else. The sweltering heat until your skin becomes leather. I'd rather swallow shards and rubber and jars of black bottled ink than be a part of the big wheel that never turned. Spinning the water, riptides of salt. It's spinning for everyone else, and without me on it to slow it down. Enough empty days and my heart will rest. Or enough little candies mixed with liquid like gasoline and the rest will turn to sleep. It's easier when you stop counting each individual second. Each grain of sand falling down like snowflakes in hypothermic temperatures. Like vertical lines on a horizon. Like a pink bathtub. Or a broken toaster. Or metal the size of a fingernail, hitting teeth and throat. Teeth falling out from gagging and nicotine. The slow way out. Too slow for me. I'd rather put on my best suit and tighten the belt, fitted to the last rung. Perhaps I'll eat some cake. First the guillotine. Then I'll forget to shut the oven off. Running to the store till my legs give out. Cross the street for some near misses. Then contact. We're back to shards and rubber. Just park instead. Take a rest, the engine will be here when your eyes are too tired to open. Resting easy.
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Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
Sleep
big black molten pit churning, relentlessly swirling, there is no after the fact, no event can be dreaded and gone over, because it never stops. always twisting and moaning, wriggling around guts and spines screaming, it’s screaming so loud but no one can hear, so the blackhole exists to no one else but me.
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Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
feeling
Wake up my precious girl, Join me in this special world. I love you endless like the sky, I want to **** you till you die. My heart beats hard just for you, Whips and chains and buttplugs too. I like it when you scream my name, Till your forehead busts that vein. All day you are on my mind, Your secret ***** I will find, Scratch my back and grab my head, Make you *** and shake the bed. Lay down and hold me tight, Sleeping nicely through the night. Wake up my precious girl, Let's do it again, **** the world. - R K
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
My Precious
Met a guy who goes by Radstunts One of the best transient moments of my life Sounds like a nineteen ninety's moniker I've heard many other names But they're nowhere near as simple but edgy as that. Chill as can be Not all stage names and monikers are bad Some of them give a side to a person most wouldn't expect We all need to grow at some point Not grow apart from anything unless it's the deep, spiraling depression that has etched itself into our woven souls. Only a few atoms should be split For the overall.
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
Radstunts
We are all cracked up Like how trees shatter When struck by lightning Like how brds fly away When they see someone they never knew We are all cracked up And when you try to understand why, You just couldn't Because as human as we are We are all cracked up
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
Cracked Up
italicI gave you my heart, italicI didn't expect you to hold it tight, italicBut I didn't expect you to obliterate it either.
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
Take my Heart
You're like a window Light shines through But it's dark inside Cardigans for Curtains All those lovely shapes, beside Depending on the weather Sometimes you're blue (Don't forget I can see through) Sometimes you're black Sometimes stars get stuck            Fixation, Oxygen deprivation Where would we be without you...?                     dot, dot, dot, Question The stars get stuck in the cracks Obviously a metaphor for your flaws And these lines/curves/obscurities                   of my vision Help me see you Prism, dancing, and trying to age like wine Getting, getting better all the time Reflect it back    Childhood Magnolia leaves Currently being abandoned              Streets Real Estate    And different Paint Then College NOT taking you're money "Too bad, see you next time honey" Lanterns and Moths like houseguests    Here to assess the property damage You are not Real Estate You are a Window Light shines through Ivy like a crown Curtains like a blanket You're looking from the corner Feeling like the abandoned streets Ex boyfriend like kids throwing stones                       their blind, so they usually miss...you're beauty You may crack, fracture, fractal But you are Urban                    There will be renewal Here comes the repairman (Not that you need a man)             Band-aids & stickers Heartache like a stomachache And he's looking in There's the Windowsill Light Shines through You are more than a Window But it's dark inside
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
She's no Metaphor, She's no Simile
You're like a window Light shines through But it's dark inside Cardigans for Curtains All those lovely shapes, beside Depending on the weather Sometimes you're blue (Don't forget I can see through) Sometimes you're black Sometimes stars get stuck            Fixation, Oxygen deprivation Where would we be without you...?                     dot, dot, dot, Question The stars get stuck in the cracks Obviously a metaphor for your flaws And these lines/curves/obscurities                   of my vision Help me see you Prism, dancing, and trying to age like wine Getting, getting better all the time Reflect it back    Childhood Magnolia leaves Currently being abandoned              Streets Real Estate    And different Paint Then College NOT taking you're money "Too bad, see you next time honey" Lanterns and Moths like houseguests    Here to assess the property damage You are not Real Estate You are a Window Light shines through Ivy like a crown Curtains like a blanket You're looking from the corner Feeling like the abandoned streets Ex boyfriend like kids throwing stones                       their blind, so they usually miss...you're beauty You may crack, fracture, fractal But you are Urban                    There will be renewal Here comes the repairman (Not that you need a man)             Band-aids & stickers Heartache like a stomachache And he's looking in There's the Windowsill Light Shines through You are more than a Window But it's dark inside
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I didn't want you in my pants So I put on a dress
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
Sticks & Flowers
when you smile when you laugh volcanic eruptions of joy and happiness flow over me like molten lava. eventually the joy cools and hardens to my body. I find myself trapped trapped in your happiness. It seems odd the comparison of happiness and trapped. layer after layer flows over me completely suffocating me unable to move caught in the clutches of the great antithesis of happiness and suffocation
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
volcano