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"pulverize" poems
Stars in the sky exploding Space and time folding Bombs going off as the galaxy rips Flashing lights fight to eclipse Visions full of fluorescence At the sacrifice of a solar systems essence Shooting stars cry across the skies Puncturing planets as they pulverize Swirls of liberation Celestial bodies melting in devastation Swarms collect and deform Exploding into storms as they transform   The aura of the aurora bleeding like mascara As if the planet is crying at the end of an era Watching as black holes fight over vibrant sights Pulling it apart as it ignites What a wonderful curse To befall the universe It's so beautiful its cryptic God bless a life so apocalyptic
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
The Beautiful Curse Of The Universe
I should have been a boxer....the way I stick and move when I write. The only person I know that can make the sun shine at night. I should have been a boxer....the way i fight with words to paint a picture. I'm using the jab to set you up for the knockout blow. I'm looking for your tendencies and when i spot it......down you will go. I should have been a boxer....float like a butterfly sting like a bee. A sign of honor to a fellow poet.....and inspiration to me.....Muhammad Ali. I should be a boxer the way i study my craft and observe the legends of the game. It's all all about the passion.....I could care less about fame. I should have been a boxer.....you can't be good unless you train. I have my book ....my pen .....ideas in my brain. I have so many thoughts I may need another brain. I'm on the speed bag so my brain is quick with the flow....switching styles like a southpaw.....which way is it coming? I guess you will never know. I should have been a boxer....because i really like to fight. Instead of gloves I utilize my pen to pulverize the paper and annihilate those foes and lost loves....father's who left their children at start. They couldn't finish the fight .....was he a coward or a scarecrow.....born without a heart. I should've been a boxer.....because my defense is always up. I hide my poems inside a book .....it's highly guarded so don't try to look. The thoughts inside are g14 classified....so I'm hiring security guards.....if you want to gain entrance.....you must present an identification card. I should've been a boxer....because I'm always fighting. My thoughts are knocked to the paper and bleeds black or red. I write about life .....because I know nothing about being dead. Although, I been knocked around .....and have had to take a standing eight.....I leaned on the ropes and learned to wait. Still working the jab......which are the words i write. I should've been a boxer.....one hitter quitter and then it's time to say "Goodnight!" Ladies and Gentlemen......we have a unanimous decision. The new poetic champion of the worldddddd!!! ......I should've been a boxer.....Yeah right.
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Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 5:36 AM UTC
I should have been a boxer
I should have been a boxer....the way I stick and move when I write. The only person I know that can make the sun shine at night. I should have been a boxer....the way i fight with words to paint a picture. I'm using the jab to set you up for the knockout blow. I'm looking for your tendencies and when i spot it......down you will go. I should have been a boxer....float like a butterfly sting like a bee. A sign of honor to a fellow poet.....and inspiration to me.....Muhammad Ali. I should be a boxer the way i study my craft and observe the legends of the game. It's all all about the passion.....I could care less about fame. I should have been a boxer.....you can't be good unless you train. I have my book ....my pen .....ideas in my brain. I have so many thoughts I may need another brain. I'm on the speed bag so my brain is quick with the flow....switching styles like a southpaw.....which way is it coming? I guess you will never know. I should have been a boxer....because i really like to fight. Instead of gloves I utilize my pen to pulverize the paper and annihilate those foes and lost loves....father's who left their children at start. They couldn't finish the fight .....was he a coward or a scarecrow.....born without a heart. I should've been a boxer.....because my defense is always up. I hide my poems inside a book .....it's highly guarded so don't try to look. The thoughts inside are g14 classified....so I'm hiring security guards.....if you want to gain entrance.....you must present an identification card. I should've been a boxer....because I'm always fighting. My thoughts are knocked to the paper and bleeds black or red. I write about life .....because I know nothing about being dead. Although, I been knocked around .....and have had to take a standing eight.....I leaned on the ropes and learned to wait. Still working the jab......which are the words i write. I should've been a boxer.....one hitter quitter and then it's time to say "Goodnight!" Ladies and Gentlemen......we have a unanimous decision. The new poetic champion of the worldddddd!!! ......I should've been a boxer.....Yeah right.
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dark storms rising as electricity crackles up my spine in ascent of moonspell as I trip through             my own wires                  my inner sense                      of flesh       reverberating   in waves of magnetic fireworks       and suddenly I am spinning      my fibers all splayed out                 for you to see a cartographer of emotion mapping your veins              and arteries and we hold citizenship of a private inner land a country                   that we share as we into light expand my inner goddess in tune with your molecules and carbon your cells rushing like                 a river into my estuary in landscapes of longing blissfully unaware but for our souls' secret language of pumping blood and fire from here, it's uncharted but for the rhythms                    of desire invisible to the naked eye, we exquisitely penetrate the surface descend into the depths of bones the most primal core where lava licks push spirit's will             straight up to the fore and I am the spark in your most opaque rage ready to give it up in dust and magic as pulmonary exhale flows the blood and we dissipate , slowly into uninhibited flood Take me apart, dark love pulverize my limits fly with me to the opposite of loneliness where     every         millisecond   breathes
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 12:15 AM UTC
breath to bones
It feels surreally good to lay out here in the stillness that is day and contemplate things. Apathy is a deadly disease of the soul and mind. Over-simulation And overstimulation are the venom of genius. Sweat libidinous Big Black bass, pulverize me recognize me sacrifice me lobotomize me
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Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
Apathetic Soles
Little ant, so small and insignificant Yet in numbers up an elephant’s snout How easily you make him indisposed Lesson to learn: strength in numbers Maxim to remember: unity of purpose Oh termite, thou destroyer of civilizations! How mighty when surreptitiously you creep in Such ingenious civil engineering feats everywhere Orderly highways with neither jams nor congestion And tall imposing castles kissing the air proudly Result: new architectures plagiarizing your prototype! And you wasp of constricted waist and mean toxin You make no attempt to hide or disguise your dwelling Yours is a house built upon a hill for all to see and tremble They say when a man has no obvious protection keep away Lest you trigger subtle forces that mesmerize and pulverize you Lesson from this: commandos are modern day human wasps Everybody owes the bee everything, from sweetness to health The bees a-buzzing speak of persistence and how it breaks barriers In the end you listen because the message is ceaseless and urgent And oh sweet bee of the hot sting shot from your posterior No cordon bleu chef anywhere can ever approximate your finesse Your formula and patent are hedged with natural mystery Lesson to learn: the bitter and the sweet in judicious mixture! Now little man recently so puffed-up and conceited and ever so inadequate Hear ye this and know it well lest you stumble and fall into dark precipices You’re nothing and you’ve created nothing; there’s a prototype of everything In nature’s wonder store of huge surprises and unassuming wisdom Lesson from all this: one day the other world will rise up and assert it itself So steer your course differently and beware of those who bide their time Grim in their purpose and determined in their unshakable resolve
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC
Grim Purpose Poem (A Eulogy to the Wonders of Nature)
Little ant, so small and insignificant Yet in numbers up an elephant’s snout How easily you make him indisposed Lesson to learn: strength in numbers Maxim to remember: unity of purpose Oh termite, thou destroyer of civilizations! How mighty when surreptitiously you creep in Such ingenious civil engineering feats everywhere Orderly highways with neither jams nor congestion And tall imposing castles kissing the air proudly Result: new architectures plagiarizing your prototype! And you wasp of constricted waist and mean toxin You make no attempt to hide or disguise your dwelling Yours is a house built upon a hill for all to see and tremble They say when a man has no obvious protection keep away Lest you trigger subtle forces that mesmerize and pulverize you Lesson from this: commandos are modern day human wasps Everybody owes the bee everything, from sweetness to health The bees a-buzzing speak of persistence and how it breaks barriers In the end you listen because the message is ceaseless and urgent And oh sweet bee of the hot sting shot from your posterior No cordon bleu chef anywhere can ever approximate your finesse Your formula and patent are hedged with natural mystery Lesson to learn: the bitter and the sweet in judicious mixture! Now little man recently so puffed-up and conceited and ever so inadequate Hear ye this and know it well lest you stumble and fall into dark precipices You’re nothing and you’ve created nothing; there’s a prototype of everything In nature’s wonder store of huge surprises and unassuming wisdom Lesson from all this: one day the other world will rise up and assert it itself So steer your course differently and beware of those who bide their time Grim in their purpose and determined in their unshakable resolve
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If wishes where horses I'd be glad to ride I'd take a chance and sail to the sky If wishes where horses it'd be nice I'd grow feathers wings and fly I'd harness the sun and keep the rain I'd be sure there'd be much to gain If wishes were horses let's be plain We'd wish to pulverize all our pains Yet these and more did keep us sane If wishes were horses as we dream It won't be enough to quench our greed If wishes were horses I'd wish mind be let free Free from thoughts of adversary I'd wish the waters flew through me To cleanse my soul and gladden it If wishes were horse as it should be I'd live in abundance of treasure and pleasures I'd cross the borders in seek of adventures If only wishes were horses no it's not Or horses could grant wishes yet they can't
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Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 7:28 PM UTC
If wishes were horses
Kick me Eat me Laugh me Impale me I am dust And smoke I am mere fragments of who She used to be I have assumed to be This body which I am using And abusing With my purges And my urges Because nothing is perfect But regret, ah regret Now that I can feast upon And Lost faith? Now that is just a buffet of emotion That was once good but is now discarded Thrown away like your empty stomach and your yellowing fingers AH and the remembrance of HIS fingers. The way no matter how hard you try, His touch still lingers All the way up your thighs. You can’t escape it; for you didn’t escape it then now did you? You didn’t even scream! You LET him make a home in your mind And pulverize your childhood With one hand! You LET him give you years of disgrace And an unrelenting NEED for cleanliness For purity that can never be found! So you scrub and you rub Your hands till their red, Why not give up and leave your mind To me instead? You are not strong You are not bold Always doing whatever you’re told! You think I’m ruining you? I’m helping you, helping you go exactly Where you should’ve gone the minute you betrayed yourself By not helping yourself. So you see I’m here because You can’t face a mirror You can’t face your own TOUCH There’s just so much I can watch without recoiling in disgust You make me sick! So ill make you sick. And now you see, I am everywhere inside you Let me invade you It shouldn’t be so hard You’ve been stepped on before, On that day, And it seems only fair You should leave this world In the very same way. Because your gravestone is marked all That’s needed is your final date Don’t try and deny it You know it’s too late. You can’t hide your despise For all you see Behind the redness of your eyes IS ME! Does that scare you? It should I’ve done everything All that I could To lead you here. For you hold TOO MUCH fear. And that’s not acceptable. That’s what makes you so forgettable. So you see, Everyone knows They know you’re a coward And they see right through you. So ill smoke this body And pop it And blister it And cut it And mutilate And supply it Yet never satisfy it But I will always comply To my will And I will purge every ounce of you that is left Until there’s nothing left. Ill throw you into the gutter, Where you will splatter And eventually... Yes eventually the whole of you will be reconciled Flushed down the same way your life went, Because this is where you belong It shouldn’t be very long Your time is up All hail Mia!
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
All Hail Mia
Kick me Eat me Laugh me Impale me I am dust And smoke I am mere fragments of who She used to be I have assumed to be This body which I am using And abusing With my purges And my urges Because nothing is perfect But regret, ah regret Now that I can feast upon And Lost faith? Now that is just a buffet of emotion That was once good but is now discarded Thrown away like your empty stomach and your yellowing fingers AH and the remembrance of HIS fingers. The way no matter how hard you try, His touch still lingers All the way up your thighs. You can’t escape it; for you didn’t escape it then now did you? You didn’t even scream! You LET him make a home in your mind And pulverize your childhood With one hand! You LET him give you years of disgrace And an unrelenting NEED for cleanliness For purity that can never be found! So you scrub and you rub Your hands till their red, Why not give up and leave your mind To me instead? You are not strong You are not bold Always doing whatever you’re told! You think I’m ruining you? I’m helping you, helping you go exactly Where you should’ve gone the minute you betrayed yourself By not helping yourself. So you see I’m here because You can’t face a mirror You can’t face your own TOUCH There’s just so much I can watch without recoiling in disgust You make me sick! So ill make you sick. And now you see, I am everywhere inside you Let me invade you It shouldn’t be so hard You’ve been stepped on before, On that day, And it seems only fair You should leave this world In the very same way. Because your gravestone is marked all That’s needed is your final date Don’t try and deny it You know it’s too late. You can’t hide your despise For all you see Behind the redness of your eyes IS ME! Does that scare you? It should I’ve done everything All that I could To lead you here. For you hold TOO MUCH fear. And that’s not acceptable. That’s what makes you so forgettable. So you see, Everyone knows They know you’re a coward And they see right through you. So ill smoke this body And pop it And blister it And cut it And mutilate And supply it Yet never satisfy it But I will always comply To my will And I will purge every ounce of you that is left Until there’s nothing left. Ill throw you into the gutter, Where you will splatter And eventually... Yes eventually the whole of you will be reconciled Flushed down the same way your life went, Because this is where you belong It shouldn’t be very long Your time is up All hail Mia!
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Come on over, and we'll craft a new key to the kingdom, all I want is to cut the seams, pulverize the patterns, rewrite the Hamlets and all the works of Hemingway, what are you doing now? nothing? great. Come on over, I have a handle of SoCo, I know it's your favorite, we'll shoot the **** and chitty-chat about how it's so easy to drink. Come on over, and brilliant minds will strum guitars, **** ivories, croon with weary pipes, all in plain sight. Come on over, this world wasn't made for us, so let's force it into submission with controversy and batshit revelry. Let's lay on the carpet, and swoon to the love that courses in our veins, let's help me to the tile when the evening's endeavors come back up, let's write a new Odyssey, let's sing a new American anthem, let's light the apartment on fire, let's talk about how badass my girlfriend is, what are you doing right now? nothing? great. Come on over, and I'll be your slave. Whip me with criticism and fright, I'll give comfort and brighten the corners, mix you a drink, play you a Monk tune, dance like I invented it, and make you nostalgic for the 70s like I lived each millisecond of the decade. What are you right now? Nothing? Let's scare the ****** the politicians, the folks keeping scores, the drunkards down the road, self immolation? Great. When you hit the bottom, come to me, your world-savvy Midnight Man.
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Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 8:01 PM UTC
Midnight Man
Dad hands me a hammer and sets me to work and as my arm starts snapping everything slips away the relaxation of destruction and the creation of muscle the strengthening of bones nothing better to do but pulverize those little things and spread them on the compost pile. Arms flail like vines but snap taught, fast, perfect cycles to make and destroy like time itself. Gives me power in days of fear to just swing a hammer.
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Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
A Hammer
Trance me up, push me 'round and bring it down Beat me a new song, pound it out, my soul to be bound I am so wicked, so lost in your rhythms I can hardly breath Chain me, cultivate me, give me your **** release I am so hot for you, for your song of thumping sound I can hardly contain my ears, my body is on fire Push it, pound it, of your hotness I won’t tire Your muse, your hotness I cannot pass I wanna spank your sound Push me to my new limits, pleasure me with your ingenuity. Intellect my brain, pulverize my pain as I watch the world rot away You ooze mastery, the rot of your rapaciousness, so succulent, so free. Consume my head, feed my ears, ****** into my chest Feed me your lust, your craziness, I am such a freakin' mess Dance it off, sing it away, swing it 'round, I float on the ground Your magic fingers, the smoothness of your beat, masters me I need you, your fantasy is mine, I am yours For now you control me You course through my being, my chest thumps to your flashing sound. Command me, consume me, do not let me go. Spin it, make me found Your ethereal edge smoothes me out, makes me right. I bed your music, my feet clap your fame, this night But tomorrow when I wake, I will forget who you are.
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Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 6:27 AM UTC
Spin the Song
Rip me apart. Rip me wide open. Take these bones And pulverize them. Please. I dare you to take me For all that I am. Change me into something So I'll be damed. Maybe you'll break me With nothing left to see Make it start so this could be over Because just maybe I'll leave a warrior
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
Start
Dark, so sweetly spirals of black slaking black in layers         of rhythm liquid night brush-stroked         into oblivion drink up, my love let thirst        be satisfied let the pulses of rock and hard places be          hotly gratified       dusty artifacts in alternation as we imbibe the potions            of manifestation they twist and turn bubble up through the muck electrify the system as we get ready to ****   up all those hollow, vapid schemes busting them apart          demolishing themes of stereotyped hearts smashing through convention until the dry becomes wet reaching ascension in tears and sweat the water gets flowing      down from mountain ice as we pulverize limits           without thinking twice and while obscurity of twilight in the shadows              of dusk blurs our vision in harsh realities, brusque we know that we must be who we are live this life in full force filter broken voices that sabotage our course       and in a flick                  of a whisper an ancient eye blinks and with one feral breeze we are over          the brink like a fall from a cliff in a delicate arc               we open up our buried layers to the obsidian               spark
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
From Obscurity to Obsidian
stumbling bowlegged through the last subway car, loose-fit black rags bandaging frail limbs, face twisted in a permanent scowl, matted grey hair jutting from a flaky scalp, she jangles her paper cup of coins each flail of the arm a sharp crescendo; I flinch. She extends her hand with a gaze that says: pity me; I cannot look. I don’t want anything to stir in me, my own pain is already too heavy, but -- here they are: spoiled thoughts wafting over me like the waves of her robust stench: warmth between my thighs, tattoos bounding up thick muscular arms that aim at me in such earnest that my disillusionment melts away, and I am paralyzed by the lure of pheromones and the smell of skin which doesn’t quite leave you after you leave him. And then truth clangs hard in my chest: but her bones are made of steel! So who am I to look away? Maybe if something were to crash into me, I’d pulverize into dust.
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Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC
her bones are made of steel; i vaporize
I will crush the wall once you've encounter it again. that is never concrete an old rusty built as you tell. in case it humbly returns back from the grave and oblivion, release the bulldozer get ready for the ultimate demolition. I will crush the wall my friend I don't care if it is historical. I will destroy this wall and get everyone hysterical I will get this down despite of its strong build. baby if it's you we're talking. I will plant my bombs and my own seeds I will crush this wall right in front of your eyes I will bring this down and break down your lies. I will Pulverize you until you break down. you know I am the king now, you can't get back this crown. I will crush the wall.
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May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
I will crush the wall
i wasn't tired until you fell into my arms and i wasn't tired until i threw a thousand weightless snowdrops to the ground and i didn't hurt until the first word and now my home is a loud roar of reverberations that pass through me (like a million spoken knives) and i didn't understand pain. Until your somebody stumbled into me and i couldn't let go (because they were made of ash) and i felt the weight of so many somebodies (suddenly) and i began to think that - my existence (the sea the sky and the nothing between) manifested to pulverize the planet with each further strained breath until it can feel each pinprick loss of life it enforces. And maybe my rage forged bellowing stormclouds over deserts or made rivers flow backwards from storm surge (tear driven) but the somebody i'm not and the somebodies i carry will never be more threatening than a fadeaway wind that cries with the lone wolf.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
Bitter Breeze
chew me up, spit me out, this seems to be all that you're about. pulverize me in your jaw a crunch, a snap, expel me on the wall. watch me drip, watch me run, put me on display, critique me endlessly for fun.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
you are not an artist, you are a bully.
In this dungeon of oblivion I am screaming your name, In this dungeon of oblivion I know nothing but pain, In this dungeon of oblivion, I am searching for lights, Hoping I might somehow survive this everlasting plight, In this dungeon of oblivion, Is where you can find me, Revealing mystery sometimes hidden in a poetry, Crush me, pulverize me But in this dungeon of oblivion I'll still wait and see, How the void fill my soul and take me to eternity.
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
In This Dungeon Of Oblivion
explode the greenness within the container of life mortar and pestle. occipital lobe. throbbing. crasha banga booma the scent of garlic infusing the innocent air basil, burning. keep going keep going keep going wear goggles to avoid the pain of the onions cut chop slice creal mortar. pestle. mortal & pestle. slice pulverize smash o the pain take the basil and mix it take the nuts mash em all up then, mix it all together diversity melting *** jellybeans? no genoa pesto pesticide pesto pesto.
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 9:03 PM UTC
The Secrets of Pesto: Unleashed
All I wanted was For you to do a task To find my heart, uncover it Find my heart then break it Not to cut it in half, or in two I wanted it shattered by you Turn it to dust and to sand I want it pulverized by your hand Because I believed in the concept of To be broken, one must first be loved Not pretentious but to be loved truly And so, I wanted you to break me I want something worth experiencing A painful love that's earth shattering I wouldn't feel pain if it was untrue So it would be an honor to be broken by you I know that this would lead to scrutinizing eyes But they don't understand so let them criticize I would be willing to hurt and to agonize For something not enveloped by lies For the realness that everyone craves for For the hypnotic truth I adore I hereby permit you to demolish my walls I ask you to destroy me with your all To turn what's whole into smithereens To turn into ashes what's pure and clean To pulverize and disintegrate what I treasure To break me, I grant you the right and power But before all of that blood thirst You need to locate my heart first Find my heart in the deepest ravines Find what has yet to be seen Swim through the abyss of my lost thoughts Gain what no one else was able to sought Pass through the labyrinth of my soul Tear down my defenses, penetrate my walls Locate my heart and once you do Feel free to break me because I've fallen for you
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
Would You?
you break me and crush me between your fingers squeezing the life out of me until I falter and give in. like a soft pill that was once hard but diluted by water i am molded by your fingertips the ones that once held me lovingly, but now pulverize me, letting the crumbs of my past filter through your grip and onto the ground where I continue to be tread upon by you and everyone i've ever fallen for.
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
you **** me
i've been out digging in the Davis Creek for clay deposits so thick and grey it coats the hands and fingernails and soothes the mind with its softness with my feet in the cool water and my ***** i pull out handfuls and place them into a sack that later i'll empty onto a board in a few days it will harden and i'll pulverize the clods with a mallet screen out the roots and pebbles and mix the powder with water into a slurry i don't know but it seems as if i've been playing in the dirt since i was a boy and this process still calms me makes me feel that maybe i have more time left
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
clay
It ended with stares like daggers Those which pierced his heart. He bled red like the satin petals of his roses that struck me long before. Our relationship was based off the prior melancholy states we were once in at one point we fixed each other, until our jigsaw puzzle no longer fit It was time to let go of what I thought was forever I couldn't tell you what good I was doing in the moment but I knew every ounce of my being begged for me to cut ties from everything I'd ever known I needed to pulverize my life straight to dust
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
not so melancholy tears