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"electrocuting" poems
i. lovely cigarette cradled in soft fingers, inhaled by smoky lips, tempting me. ii. fingertips grazing over velvet skin, traveling with the grooves \ of my body, electrocuting me. iii. darkness engulfs heaving bodies. ' breath heavy, hushed moans cut off by hot kisses, soothing me. iv. one last cigarette, ending satisfaction. crooked grins. smoke swirling above, embracing me.
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
Smoke
I guess it was the acid Frying your brain You thought you'd just try it For the thrill, start to drill In my membrane I must admit, I starved for it But alas you pass on by Leaving only footprints behind And though I've always known When rolling dices made of stone To count those blessings I'll always have So losing ain't that bad And on this cycle goes Keep racing on this very road In search of ways to fill a hole The bottomless pit of my soul Beware this trickster, out to bewitch She crawls into your bed and it makes you itch Dim-lit may be my lanterns Imagination figments Accompany, me in my sleep Willing suspension of disbelief I had it coming My snow blankets are melting Your garden's disappointing As are you Sir Dementor I see now you're grey and decayed Not worth a single cent paid Fungi verses my bouquet In Some Unholy War I guess it was the acid Frying your brain You thought you'd just try it For the thrill, start to drill In my membrane I must admit, I starved for it But alas you pass on by Leaving only footprints behind And though I've always known When rolling dices made of stone To count those blessings I'll always have So losing ain't that bad And on this cycle goes Keep racing on this very road In search of ways to fill a hole The bottomless pit of my soul Well yes I know of the animal In me a smothering towel Bursting at the seam with fever For an artist unobserved A false representation I guess a mirror reflection Of funfair loving children Now in my veins desire Is spreading like wildfire But we're dead in the water All life left on shore Warnings so deafening Have broken all of our strings Shelter from electrocuting Of Some Unholy War I guess it was the acid Frying your brain You thought you'd just try it For the thrill, start to drill In my membrane I must admit, I starved for it But alas you pass on by Leaving only footprints behind And though I've always known When rolling dices made of stone To count those blessings I'll always have So losing ain't that bad And on this cycle goes Keep racing on this very road In search of ways to fill a hole The bottomless pit of my soul A. G. R
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Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 5:59 PM UTC
[Some Unholy War]
I guess it was the acid Frying your brain You thought you'd just try it For the thrill, start to drill In my membrane I must admit, I starved for it But alas you pass on by Leaving only footprints behind And though I've always known When rolling dices made of stone To count those blessings I'll always have So losing ain't that bad And on this cycle goes Keep racing on this very road In search of ways to fill a hole The bottomless pit of my soul Beware this trickster, out to bewitch She crawls into your bed and it makes you itch Dim-lit may be my lanterns Imagination figments Accompany, me in my sleep Willing suspension of disbelief I had it coming My snow blankets are melting Your garden's disappointing As are you Sir Dementor I see now you're grey and decayed Not worth a single cent paid Fungi verses my bouquet In Some Unholy War I guess it was the acid Frying your brain You thought you'd just try it For the thrill, start to drill In my membrane I must admit, I starved for it But alas you pass on by Leaving only footprints behind And though I've always known When rolling dices made of stone To count those blessings I'll always have So losing ain't that bad And on this cycle goes Keep racing on this very road In search of ways to fill a hole The bottomless pit of my soul Well yes I know of the animal In me a smothering towel Bursting at the seam with fever For an artist unobserved A false representation I guess a mirror reflection Of funfair loving children Now in my veins desire Is spreading like wildfire But we're dead in the water All life left on shore Warnings so deafening Have broken all of our strings Shelter from electrocuting Of Some Unholy War I guess it was the acid Frying your brain You thought you'd just try it For the thrill, start to drill In my membrane I must admit, I starved for it But alas you pass on by Leaving only footprints behind And though I've always known When rolling dices made of stone To count those blessings I'll always have So losing ain't that bad And on this cycle goes Keep racing on this very road In search of ways to fill a hole The bottomless pit of my soul A. G. R
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Words spinning around I'm now in the labyrinth of my head reminiscing my first kiss with whom I barely know in her room half naked She says nothing, but her thought are as if they're hand in hand to mine electrocuting every fibre of my body I feel hazy about the times I spent with her, yet I vividly remember every words she had spoken She now speaks bout a little river she used to go with her first love, but when will she tell me the words? I see now, I see that her fire was put out
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC
Naked Love; unspoken words
I don’t know if I want T in my veins, can it break these ********* chains? Will it make these bleeding scars heal? Will it make me feel? Feel okay, feel better, feel like I swear I’m not under the weather. Feel like maybe this is the way I’m meant to live. But maybe this just isn’t for me. Maybe this life is a bundle of lies, a bundle of feelings on ******* and electrocuting itself like a pile of live wires in the rain. Maybe by following my heart, I’m actually doing the wrong thing but the wrong thing isn’t the wrong thing like the right thing isn’t the right. The right and wrong do not exist and my therapist is running out of ways to tell me that it’s okay that it’s okay to feel this way. That it’s okay to inject a synthetic hormone into my bloodstream, my muscle mass, to make my mental self image match my outward projection of self. And in a harmless act, one of my best friends tells me: you know, Dani it’s funny. I wear push up bras, and you wear binders. But at the end of the day, this body is still my ******* cage.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC
Cage
*Your lips on my lips, burning, electrocuting. My heart and your heart, magnetizing, welding. My eyes locked on your eyes, scared, enraptured. Your eyes on my eyes, intoxicated, gazing. Your hands in my hair, tangled, ensnared. My hands on you, like a piano I am playing you, they glide over you, capturing you in the moment. Caught in the music, wide-eyed and wonderstruck. Boy do you want me like I want you? And you whisper in my ear, "I love you too" As your arms wrap around me and your smile pulls me in, All I want is the night not to end. And if it's sparks I feel, do you feel them too? And tell me that the thoughts I think are shared by you. We are silent giggles and words not said We are messy hair and an unmade bed We are not a beginning or an end Less than foe and more than friend We are ears that hear and eyes that see I am you, and you are me.*
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Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
Together
I walk along the tight rope in shame. Whispering to myself "hold your **** together'' Halfway through, almost reaching the end, the pain surges, electrocuting through my whole body, static. I fall Not knowing how I'm going to land. She jumps out from inside of me as I hit the sandy ground. Head jolts, slow motion review. Hurting, the pain I deserve, for knowing, knowing too much. the power consumes. It rushes like a harsh wind, like a storm that cannot be unveiled. Yielding inside of me, she bursts, and explodes like a thunder exhibition. Laying next to me, only I can see her. Her dark eyes staring into mine, I try to look past the horror. "Don't leave me" a careless whisper. She vanishes into thin air, I lose myself in despair. I stare up at the high ceiling, waiting for the other ones to give me life and healing. One unleashes, but one of fury and anger, Sukubus, the fighter. She gets up in an aggressive explosive motion and attacks everyone around her viciously. Here I am again, switching. Switching, needing those people inside of me to keep me alive. Like a spirit, without them I am dead. Creation of the mind fighting against reality trying to show, but hiding in promiscuity. I'm a good liar, choosing to be honest. The will I have has weakened to the inner pits of my core, and without these personas, I am nothing but a rotting corpse. So, I ask for those around me to stop judging me please. I am only trying, trying for so long, that doing has me acting out too **** impulsively. Forgive me, I was born to sin, but to love so passionately, a loyal mind of pure integrity. I wish not to be so alone in melancholy, but defeated, so I stand alone, trying to survive the unknown. I open my eyes, looking around me, seeing everyone dead, blood scattered and bodies twisted. I get up, and start again, unleashing another personality.
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
Altering
I walk along the tight rope in shame. Whispering to myself "hold your **** together'' Halfway through, almost reaching the end, the pain surges, electrocuting through my whole body, static. I fall Not knowing how I'm going to land. She jumps out from inside of me as I hit the sandy ground. Head jolts, slow motion review. Hurting, the pain I deserve, for knowing, knowing too much. the power consumes. It rushes like a harsh wind, like a storm that cannot be unveiled. Yielding inside of me, she bursts, and explodes like a thunder exhibition. Laying next to me, only I can see her. Her dark eyes staring into mine, I try to look past the horror. "Don't leave me" a careless whisper. She vanishes into thin air, I lose myself in despair. I stare up at the high ceiling, waiting for the other ones to give me life and healing. One unleashes, but one of fury and anger, Sukubus, the fighter. She gets up in an aggressive explosive motion and attacks everyone around her viciously. Here I am again, switching. Switching, needing those people inside of me to keep me alive. Like a spirit, without them I am dead. Creation of the mind fighting against reality trying to show, but hiding in promiscuity. I'm a good liar, choosing to be honest. The will I have has weakened to the inner pits of my core, and without these personas, I am nothing but a rotting corpse. So, I ask for those around me to stop judging me please. I am only trying, trying for so long, that doing has me acting out too **** impulsively. Forgive me, I was born to sin, but to love so passionately, a loyal mind of pure integrity. I wish not to be so alone in melancholy, but defeated, so I stand alone, trying to survive the unknown. I open my eyes, looking around me, seeing everyone dead, blood scattered and bodies twisted. I get up, and start again, unleashing another personality.
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The sky faded from cyan to ash and we had to go before it turned purple. “It’s dangerous!” – the park managers started yelling. I mean, it was. We surely could have gotten struck by lightning and died fried and burnt like a chicken in oil. It was not our day tho: not to die at least. If I died in any other way, it was when we sat under the ceiling by the green benches and watched the rain pour. Just that. It would rain harder and harder and my head on my friend’s shoulder would get heavier and heavier. I think we spent around 15 minutes like that: quiet, in our bubble. Then I started crying. I don’t know who poured heavier and who looked the bluest, the sky or me. Completely embarrassed, my brown eyes turning into puddles avoided the eyes of my company, but it was almost impossible. She turned my head around with one hand on both of my cheeks and looked at me. We spent a good 5 minutes just staring at each other, and my tears would not stop flowing. The rain wasn’t stopping. The cold was rising. I didn’t know what to do. Her eyes were so green and so dull yet so hypnotizing. Everything about them made me wonder when I would get to know her as much as I wanted to. Did I want to know her? Just a friend electrocuting me with the touch of her hands. She was not doing anything, I wanted everything. Just like that I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her left cheek. Once. I kissed her forehead. Twice. I kissed her right cheek. Once. I kissed the tip of her nose. Once, then twice; I just looked at her afterwards, feeling her gaze intensify along with the rain, the cold crawling into my bones and bringing back the physical pain of a twisted ankle and wrist. I let go. My eyes turned into mud but not for too long. She pulled me closer by my burgundy sweater and got closer to my face slowly: too slow. I was too impatient, but I let her take her time. I met her lips for the first time and they were as warm as the cigarettes she smokes before class and as sweet as her strawberry lip balm. I don’t know for how long we stayed like that, but it was just like time had stopped for us, like the rain maintained its intensity, like thunders hit the same place twice, like the sky lit up lilac at the same tempo. It was too cold.
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC
A story that includes a kiss
The sky faded from cyan to ash and we had to go before it turned purple. “It’s dangerous!” – the park managers started yelling. I mean, it was. We surely could have gotten struck by lightning and died fried and burnt like a chicken in oil. It was not our day tho: not to die at least. If I died in any other way, it was when we sat under the ceiling by the green benches and watched the rain pour. Just that. It would rain harder and harder and my head on my friend’s shoulder would get heavier and heavier. I think we spent around 15 minutes like that: quiet, in our bubble. Then I started crying. I don’t know who poured heavier and who looked the bluest, the sky or me. Completely embarrassed, my brown eyes turning into puddles avoided the eyes of my company, but it was almost impossible. She turned my head around with one hand on both of my cheeks and looked at me. We spent a good 5 minutes just staring at each other, and my tears would not stop flowing. The rain wasn’t stopping. The cold was rising. I didn’t know what to do. Her eyes were so green and so dull yet so hypnotizing. Everything about them made me wonder when I would get to know her as much as I wanted to. Did I want to know her? Just a friend electrocuting me with the touch of her hands. She was not doing anything, I wanted everything. Just like that I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her left cheek. Once. I kissed her forehead. Twice. I kissed her right cheek. Once. I kissed the tip of her nose. Once, then twice; I just looked at her afterwards, feeling her gaze intensify along with the rain, the cold crawling into my bones and bringing back the physical pain of a twisted ankle and wrist. I let go. My eyes turned into mud but not for too long. She pulled me closer by my burgundy sweater and got closer to my face slowly: too slow. I was too impatient, but I let her take her time. I met her lips for the first time and they were as warm as the cigarettes she smokes before class and as sweet as her strawberry lip balm. I don’t know for how long we stayed like that, but it was just like time had stopped for us, like the rain maintained its intensity, like thunders hit the same place twice, like the sky lit up lilac at the same tempo. It was too cold.
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she jostles under the vine serpents, knees scraping trees, green light bending onto her skin. she’s a dirt daughter shoeless, careless the breeze reinvents her smile. she arrives her toes press hard against the sidewalk, and she takes a clinical step forward her pale moon face begged by the wilderness to return. on the other side of the street he bursts from the subway, his feet neatly clicking up the stairs. his briefcase swings tightly on his hand his dazed green eyes scurry across tuesday’s bachelorettes and they fall in love at least a dozen times. he arrives when they stumble into the same civilization their eyes collide. they could be blinded. or they could catch it. it would run under their skin like voiceless hummingbirds awakening their architecture and electrocuting their blood. yet love doesn’t just happen to to the yin and the yang, or the bird and the bee. people aren’t perfect puzzle pieces. love happens best to the disbelievers, to the fighters, and the skeptics. it happens to those who know that in order to make a spark, you need some friction. it’s a howl of wind: constant and spontaneous. it can vanish and evolve: always new. it can braid lives together like a man with green eyes and a woman with a pale moon face. maybe its all been done before. but there’s something about the way he juggles a sentence on his lips and how her face rearranges into a smile that seems new. the story doesn’t always sound like this but humans are like destinations intersected and scattered life comes and goes and sometimes Love arrives.
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Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
How the Story Goes
she jostles under the vine serpents, knees scraping trees, green light bending onto her skin. she’s a dirt daughter shoeless, careless the breeze reinvents her smile. she arrives her toes press hard against the sidewalk, and she takes a clinical step forward her pale moon face begged by the wilderness to return. on the other side of the street he bursts from the subway, his feet neatly clicking up the stairs. his briefcase swings tightly on his hand his dazed green eyes scurry across tuesday’s bachelorettes and they fall in love at least a dozen times. he arrives when they stumble into the same civilization their eyes collide. they could be blinded. or they could catch it. it would run under their skin like voiceless hummingbirds awakening their architecture and electrocuting their blood. yet love doesn’t just happen to to the yin and the yang, or the bird and the bee. people aren’t perfect puzzle pieces. love happens best to the disbelievers, to the fighters, and the skeptics. it happens to those who know that in order to make a spark, you need some friction. it’s a howl of wind: constant and spontaneous. it can vanish and evolve: always new. it can braid lives together like a man with green eyes and a woman with a pale moon face. maybe its all been done before. but there’s something about the way he juggles a sentence on his lips and how her face rearranges into a smile that seems new. the story doesn’t always sound like this but humans are like destinations intersected and scattered life comes and goes and sometimes Love arrives.
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Crazy stupid things Nothing but too sweet, too cheesy, Cherry on top of a typical romance story, Some things which are worth gagging at, But being in such a close proximity to you I guess, I predict, warm stars would burst within me Shivering my soul from head to the tip of my toes, An earthing shock electrocuting me, I would forget I used to be sane And dance, floating above the ground in our own bubbled space I would do all the crazy stupid things with you.
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Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
Nothing is cheesy with you
there was nothing more she liked than the sting of peppermint tea electrocuting her mouth. it was the most unpleasant, yet the sensation it gave her was most magnifying. nothing like earl grey or jasmine or a normal one with honey. it’s what he liked most about her — that when the taste of peppermint entered his mouth, he could feel her tongue against his.
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Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 8:42 AM UTC
peppermint
Piercing eyes, fierce body, Brain such so naughty. Feeling that too much heat, Still makes me fall to my feet. Those ****** stares, careless and reckless attitude, Strangely brightens up my mood. All these things just left my brain so confused, Yet these just made me so amused. In those eyes, I just saw that confidence rise. Those joyous and contagious laughs, Was making my romantic excitement blast. Mouthwatering smell, soft and electrocuting touches, Every time makes me feel so luscious. Even though others say that you’re distracting, You’re still eye-ttractive.
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 6:02 AM UTC
Eye-ttractive
The rain pattering upon the window panes would drown out the screaming. The nightmares that you put into my brain, gave my life meaning. I could see through eyes that weren't mine, into lives that were far from sublime. Their tears were like a treat, a bitter chocolate that made my heart flutter... Because what you shared with me, was a feeling unlike any other. Their remarkable sadness, I felt as my own. Had I not felt what you'd forced me to feel, there is no way I would've ever known. Sensors that are there for me, are but vacant to the large majority. What they cannot see and will not see, combined by what I cannot see and will not see, It drowns me. My words rise like bubbles to the surface of this ocean. If I press that sole piano key, the sound reverberates for an eternity. And yet, it ceases to wade up above the surface. I'm but a coelacanth, and my swimming is clumsy. Not even the sound of that lovely train tune billowing throughout the wintry air... Not even the audible tone of your crisp voice, nor your hissing within my ear, Could make me wish to live. Yes, I know, life is unfair. But it's so much easier for you to say that while you're up there. The painter who paints with only a black and white canvas, will have an easier time meshing hues, as opposed to the one who must encompass, the broad colors of others. Their pigments, their variations, with some paints dry and cracked, and others melting into congolomerations Ah, yes. How much easier it is for you to say that from up there. The lies resound the loudest, because the blatant call for help ceased to be loud enough. Tell me, God, why wasn't my call loud enough? In life, I have learned, yes it is not fair. So I must take what I want. I cannot just sit and stare. The strong prevail over the weak, or so, that is what you have lovingly taught me. The man and the nightmare, splaying my insides out upon the pavement electrocuting my body until not a single grief was left to be. That pain drained away thanks to you, leaving not sadness... But resentment. That I am this lone coelacanth, whose colors and intonations touch but the surface of her own ocean, with but one measley formation. And yet you swim with me, even if this swimming is clumsy. As the lone, sea serpent... Whose scales glitter so vibrantly. Dull to so many others, whom couldn't see your shine. But I could with these eyes that you so humbly gave to me, and even if I do not wish to live this life you gave me all the time, you are but a buried treasure I call mine.
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
Ophidian
The rain pattering upon the window panes would drown out the screaming. The nightmares that you put into my brain, gave my life meaning. I could see through eyes that weren't mine, into lives that were far from sublime. Their tears were like a treat, a bitter chocolate that made my heart flutter... Because what you shared with me, was a feeling unlike any other. Their remarkable sadness, I felt as my own. Had I not felt what you'd forced me to feel, there is no way I would've ever known. Sensors that are there for me, are but vacant to the large majority. What they cannot see and will not see, combined by what I cannot see and will not see, It drowns me. My words rise like bubbles to the surface of this ocean. If I press that sole piano key, the sound reverberates for an eternity. And yet, it ceases to wade up above the surface. I'm but a coelacanth, and my swimming is clumsy. Not even the sound of that lovely train tune billowing throughout the wintry air... Not even the audible tone of your crisp voice, nor your hissing within my ear, Could make me wish to live. Yes, I know, life is unfair. But it's so much easier for you to say that while you're up there. The painter who paints with only a black and white canvas, will have an easier time meshing hues, as opposed to the one who must encompass, the broad colors of others. Their pigments, their variations, with some paints dry and cracked, and others melting into congolomerations Ah, yes. How much easier it is for you to say that from up there. The lies resound the loudest, because the blatant call for help ceased to be loud enough. Tell me, God, why wasn't my call loud enough? In life, I have learned, yes it is not fair. So I must take what I want. I cannot just sit and stare. The strong prevail over the weak, or so, that is what you have lovingly taught me. The man and the nightmare, splaying my insides out upon the pavement electrocuting my body until not a single grief was left to be. That pain drained away thanks to you, leaving not sadness... But resentment. That I am this lone coelacanth, whose colors and intonations touch but the surface of her own ocean, with but one measley formation. And yet you swim with me, even if this swimming is clumsy. As the lone, sea serpent... Whose scales glitter so vibrantly. Dull to so many others, whom couldn't see your shine. But I could with these eyes that you so humbly gave to me, and even if I do not wish to live this life you gave me all the time, you are but a buried treasure I call mine.
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The first time he touched your fingertips, you felt electricity shoot through your veins and you wrote it off as static But now, with him between your lips, staring up into his eyes which are staring down at your body, you realize that he is your electricity With every ****** he surges you With every command you feel your mind break The first time you landed on your knees before him, you gazed dazily as your whole empire collapsed Now the same fingertips that shocked yours slip inside of you, electrocuting you awake He ***** as if he is a straight descendent from Zeuss sent to Earth to give you a taste of thunder His lightning makes you tremble and you can't imagine what your body felt like before he made you scream You live for his hands grazing over your hot skin as you squirm for his touch His electrifying touch that makes you call for the gods Even though you know that the only entity you could ever bow down to is the one who arches your back with every movement You call to your God, he comes to you with every inch of his being You feel him deep inside of you, breaking you free from your inhibitions He holds you down by your throat as your body succumbs to him His body engulfs yours You burst from the deepest crevice of your soul And as you lie there, weak Feeling the after shocks of the best electroshock therapy of your life Reminiscing on his fingertips You realize the piece of you that was missing Is whispering storms between your thighs as he shocks your heart to life
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
Fingertips
The first time he touched your fingertips, you felt electricity shoot through your veins and you wrote it off as static But now, with him between your lips, staring up into his eyes which are staring down at your body, you realize that he is your electricity With every ****** he surges you With every command you feel your mind break The first time you landed on your knees before him, you gazed dazily as your whole empire collapsed Now the same fingertips that shocked yours slip inside of you, electrocuting you awake He ***** as if he is a straight descendent from Zeuss sent to Earth to give you a taste of thunder His lightning makes you tremble and you can't imagine what your body felt like before he made you scream You live for his hands grazing over your hot skin as you squirm for his touch His electrifying touch that makes you call for the gods Even though you know that the only entity you could ever bow down to is the one who arches your back with every movement You call to your God, he comes to you with every inch of his being You feel him deep inside of you, breaking you free from your inhibitions He holds you down by your throat as your body succumbs to him His body engulfs yours You burst from the deepest crevice of your soul And as you lie there, weak Feeling the after shocks of the best electroshock therapy of your life Reminiscing on his fingertips You realize the piece of you that was missing Is whispering storms between your thighs as he shocks your heart to life
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Oh yes im so concerned about what poison this cigarette will bring me when just two hours ago I dropped my speakers into the water in hopes of electrocuting myself but instead I just drowned 200 dollars I always try to break as many rules as possible while driving because I have this fantasy about a cop ******* me or maybe just because I like the idea of getting away with things I'm not nearly as complicated as you'd like me to be and I'm sitting in 14 inches of ****** water from my slit wrists so ask me why I'm laughing about this like I'm finding the shine of the razor funny I don’t ******* owe you anything and I haven’t eaten in two days I wonder how long ill keep this up this time last time I nearly died so ask me why that was the happiest time of my life when I fainted daily and lost 40 pounds in 3 months Don’t tell me its impossible or that I look healthy because I make you have slit wrists as well I have 4 butterfly knives and im okay with using them just ask all the things ive buried in the woods behind my house just ask me how I feel after kissing these poison frogs and life is no longer a ******* simile I haven’t left the house in a week and I take three baths a day to keep me from feeling ***** so please tell me what that says about me and you thought being a starving artist sounded romantic
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
Bang Bang
I came home from a concert with my ears ringing my mother said it was hearing damage which i can believe i could feel the beat in my chest drumming against my rib cage electrocuting my veins it made me realize if you're going to live truly live it's better to wear out your senses hear words sung guitar riffs that shake your eardrums make you feel alive seeing sights a baby being born your first funeral things may burn your eyes or open them see the world even the dustiest most harmful corners feel feel every emotion even if it hurts claws your inside and makes you feel dead because there are the wonderful emotions left inside of you laughing until you feel like you've ran a marathon the feeling of your first love being in a city or sleeping in on a rainy morning hearing seeing feeling wear them out
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
Senses
**** me sideways my face is melting off I've tried nine ways to hell and back to make it stop make it stop please but this force is electrocuting me crackling inside of my veins melting capillaries sound the bell tick tack toe gotcha underlying intentions bubble up from under the surface of my skin as the roaring inferno engulfs my body I am surrounded by a fiery tornado of unforgiven sins this demon's embrace is a warm one take me back to the days of wander never dull with woe eyes bright with wonder dancing with butterflies on sunny days with warm breezes twirling around in the pouring rain dripping molten caramel onto the fluffy snow in the backyard the scent of the honeysuckle
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Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
honeysuckle
Dreamin, Dreamin, Dreamin, I've been 
dreamin about life And thinking about what’s gonna happen next between you and I. honestly I just wanna let you know 
that I’m not here
 to stay for awhile and I don't wanna let you go. Honestly I don't think I ever could nor would let you go, I'm here forever there is no end to this path that's been chosen about a year ago You become the answers in my life And I promise you that I have no regrets with you in my life everything is complete beautiful and sweet warm like paradise. Each time I think of those songs about us in my head throughout the day it just never stops   Not on these perfect nights All my thoughts are electrocuting me And I need to be close to you Just so you can see how much you mean to me just like From the first glance in passing 
To the first time of laughing 
and smiling And just thinking about almost seems like yesterday To tell you the truth I’m glad we both fit so perfectly like a picture. And once again I've been 
dreamin about life And thinking about what’s gonna happen next between you and I. Anywhere we go togther I know that we'll be home forever.
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
"I've Been Dreamin"
Merlot lips, promises sugary sweet My candy girl invites with a treat Her skin a study in creamy perfection With her cherry lollipop, she gives direction A music conductor with her baton Directing my tongue hither and yon Her natural flavors mingled with cherry Saccharine sweet she is confectionery Sticky and sweet loving complete Into the shower to make us all neat Washing and rubbing start a fire Electrocuting each other, sparks from a wire It is amazing what a Lollipop can do Sweet little treat for me and for you How many licks does it take to be gone As many as possible just follow along.
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
How Many Licks?
tiredness yearning circling running coming to. hounding happiness cutting. finding you is being a smoking gun. it’s smiling stopping beginning the show. cancel clear. all of it. oh your hand in mine. oh removing it. vanishing. walking away. heavy hand, a slight of mine. and look, i am walking out. and look, you are just beautiful like this. look, when i saw you there. look! i am going into my magic trick now see how i am hanging electrocuting executing it perfect. yeah, it was good that time. yeah, how are you feeling tonight? you’re laughing and it’s all in your body. your ******* and you’re all in his body. i have a book of named things. tell what is your favorite of mine. i absolutely love this business of feeling doing being alive performing joking around jerking driving crashing my cars. it is causing me. i yank it out. it is affecting me. i soak my skin in the red tub. staying. waiting it out. leech the poem leech lover, leech sister, leech the color, leech the razor, the less fortunate, i leech the sight of you, you, you and the place we are in. please, i’m begging, please- absolve the praying and praying and eating and breaking and smiling, thinking. tapping the windowpane for dust but it’s the view that i’ve been wanting and i found it and i am leaving for it and i am a running wound or joke and i am blotting the bed with bleeding and i am sewing myself in place. i have tried to walk and i am afraid, still, i might become an unclothing of a human animal amassing body to be shot at. i look and i am prey. i look and it’s you again. bed head. love risen like a tree, armed to the teeth. your smile, in my presence one more time is a wholly new and wondrous thing. if i was no mute thing beside you, it would not go unsaid that these are the losses i can abide by. that for your happiness, beloved, my friend, i would huddle all my wounds into a constellation and darken the leaves to show you.
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 12:27 AM UTC
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tiredness yearning circling running coming to. hounding happiness cutting. finding you is being a smoking gun. it’s smiling stopping beginning the show. cancel clear. all of it. oh your hand in mine. oh removing it. vanishing. walking away. heavy hand, a slight of mine. and look, i am walking out. and look, you are just beautiful like this. look, when i saw you there. look! i am going into my magic trick now see how i am hanging electrocuting executing it perfect. yeah, it was good that time. yeah, how are you feeling tonight? you’re laughing and it’s all in your body. your ******* and you’re all in his body. i have a book of named things. tell what is your favorite of mine. i absolutely love this business of feeling doing being alive performing joking around jerking driving crashing my cars. it is causing me. i yank it out. it is affecting me. i soak my skin in the red tub. staying. waiting it out. leech the poem leech lover, leech sister, leech the color, leech the razor, the less fortunate, i leech the sight of you, you, you and the place we are in. please, i’m begging, please- absolve the praying and praying and eating and breaking and smiling, thinking. tapping the windowpane for dust but it’s the view that i’ve been wanting and i found it and i am leaving for it and i am a running wound or joke and i am blotting the bed with bleeding and i am sewing myself in place. i have tried to walk and i am afraid, still, i might become an unclothing of a human animal amassing body to be shot at. i look and i am prey. i look and it’s you again. bed head. love risen like a tree, armed to the teeth. your smile, in my presence one more time is a wholly new and wondrous thing. if i was no mute thing beside you, it would not go unsaid that these are the losses i can abide by. that for your happiness, beloved, my friend, i would huddle all my wounds into a constellation and darken the leaves to show you.
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Self destruction The two words struck through me like overwhelming bursts of electricity Electrocuting every atom of my being until all I saw was you You didn’t think about me that night You didn’t think about how your actions would affect me You did, however, think about yourself You thought about yourself when you drank until you couldn’t stand You thought about yourself when you took the pills on your countertop You thought about yourself when you forced me to drink more than I wanted You thought about yourself when you took advantage of my weakness You thought about yourself when you took advantage of me You didn’t think about me You didn’t think about me at all that night You didn’t think about me when you scarred every piece of my soul You didn’t think about me as my tears stained your sheets You didn’t think about me that morning when I looked at you I looked at you, but you didn’t see me Did you ever see me Because all I see now is you Taking advantage of me
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Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
Self Destruction
You walk past me Catching my eye with your ice blue discs Time at your control and you stop it You look me in the eye and You see right through me Electrocuting my heart Burning through me like a lightning bolt All with a single Blue-eyed glance.
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Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
Ekphrastic Poem