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Beautiful Gorgeous Asphyxiation PainI wish I could give you this beautiful pain / Its captivating to endure / To watch it unfold inch by unbeatable inch

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I Ain't Cryin' At That Coyote No MoreI laid nose-to-nose, in tall, old grasses, with a spirited coyote, some nights ago. / He said to me, with lips unparted and low, shiny eyes - to listen. / Hesitantly, I inched forward and nudged that coyote with my face, prodding him for something more.

@elephants-and-coyotes55

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her highness the afternoon city shopper passes by...even from a / distance / she wants to

@snehith-kumbla64

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more than adoreI imagine they will look at me with / Patronizing incredulity / When they ask “So, you love him?”

@kristine-dyer20

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Sistine ChapelI Michelangelo, was fair game amongst human animalia... / until I latched upon the vault of Heaven. / In light of total Absorption...I betook to throngs of glory--

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Aeipathy (1/03/10)Not even the shame of our eradicated bliss / is enough to replace the image of your face / imprinted on the inside of my eyelids

@duderocketship55

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ShinigamiThe black waters lap gently / At the shore of an obsidian beach. / I stand with my feet

@kate-e-deter16

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Fire!Call, call, call. / She wills him to call. / Stares unblinkingly at the phone,

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naturalthe lavender blooms in a shadowed instant / while we stalk past along the path / its fragile strength surpassing ours

@alexis-jennelle13

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RunningRun, Run, Run, Faster Than The Wind / Chase Me, Find Me, Catch Me, Fix Me From Within / one upon a time, I knew who I was

@dezmond-john-richard-wise30

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Concrete AngelA Queen sits high upon her throne, / She stares unblinkingly out onto her yard, / Never moving, Never Speaking, Never commanding anyone.

@Brianne_Rose42

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ApathyI'd be angry / I think / If I still possessed the ability

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A dead man walkingHow does it feel when all your dreams are crumbling before you? I breathe ashes and dust; my lungs are clear. / My heart – my traitorous heart – beats a steady rhythm. / How can I feel? These words aren’t enough. Looking out of these eyes, writing with these fingers, breathing with these lungs.

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Untitledhave you ever noticed / that when people stare out the window on a bus or train or car or plane / that their eyes follow *every* single detail at a whiplash inducing speed

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UntitledParents / My father hung in the belfry / so many called him father

@jan-oskar-hansen21

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Eyes in the MistEyes in the mist / Nothing less, nothing more / Eyes of every possible color known to man and more

@alexandra-robnett29

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I Am Gods.If you look upon me, / from above or from below, / being swallowed at all ends

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There’s mice in the kitchen, but it alright.The few and far of our not so / Halcyon days have been lost / Scattered to the winds

@felix-sladal42

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MORE THAN THISIVE BRUISED MY KNEES A SHADE OF SUN-KISSED INDIGO ATTEMPTING TO CRAWL AFTER YOU ON THIS UNMARKED TRAIL YOU PICKED OFF-HANDEDLY FROM THE MAP YOU KEEP IN YOUR BACK POCKET. I'VE SUNKEN SO DEEP THE TRENCHES HAVE BECOME THE SECOND HOME I SHARE WITH CREATURES OF THE NIGHT, THE ONE'S MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME TO FEAR. THERES ONE SHES OVERLOOKED, THERES ONE IVE OVERLOOKED AND ITS BEEN STARING AT ME IN THE FACE UNBLINKINGLY. I BLEED CONSTELLATIONS, THE ONLY DIFFERENCE FROM THE PAST OF MY SHADOW IS THAT SHE DID IT FOR YOU AND IM ONLY DOING SO RIGHT NOW WELL BECAUSE THE SKY'S A LITTLE EMPTY AND IT'S HARD TO FIND MY FOOTING IN THE DARKNESS, WITHOUT A JAR WITH THE HEARTS OF COLLECTED FIRE-FLIES THAT YOU KEPT AROUND YOUR NECK. WHERE MINE USED TO BE. I WONT BRUISE FOR YOU. NOT TODAY, NOT TOMORROW. NOT EVER. I AM SO MUCH MORE THAN THIS.

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After work.He got home around 8 pm and walked to the kitchen, almost mechanically. He put water to boil while he picked one of the two identical mugs kept in the cabinet. His eyes kept drifting as he made himself coffee and walked to the couch, forgetting the sugar as usual. / It had been two weeks since she killed herself and it still hadn't settled in his head. How can someone that you have known for more than a decade, just not exist anymore? He sipped from his cup and resisted the urge to spit out the coffee. He never drank coffee without sugar but today, he was too tired to get up again. "Maybe I don't deserve sugar in my coffee." he thought and took another sip. The curtains at the balcony danced slowly, to the grey evening breeze and he stared, unblinkingly. The curtains, almost a dreamlike hypnosis taking him back to memories. Memory, of their room at midnight and the black-blue bruises at her back. "I didn't mean to hurt you like this. I just... I am sorry." he had said. She was expressionless when he hugged her, as if she was dead already. He gasped as he looked away from the dancing curtains, breathing short breaths. It wasn't the first time that he was feeling guilty. He always felt sorry after every argument, every bruise and every time she screamed out of pain. / Before she died, she took the time to gather all the letters they had written to each other, old dried flowers, the dress she wore on their first date and all little memories that reminded of the happy times they spent together and arranged all of it on their bed. What did she mean by doing so? Maybe she wanted him to remember her by all the good memories or maybe, she wanted to taint those memories with what she was about to do so that no matter what he thinks of, he is always reminded of this.

@makeloveandtea31

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First Love*Looking unblinkingly at my slightly pimpled face / A pleasing smile radiating on his lips / With intensity of his love for me

@prathipa-nair10

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A Celestial MissiveOne strange movement / stops. You won't conform / an angel's thought dream.

@satsih-verma22

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Loss(t)Walking was once so weightless. But now I stand here, thoughtlogged, waterful. Gazing unblinkingly at the chlorine stained rocks, I rip the northern lights from my eyes. The thunder steals away, leaving ringing ears reaching for more, lightning returns to the sun. The storm is replaced with moldy gray smeared with cotton candy cirrus. Children make lemonade with no need for sugar, and passersby gulp too-big sips, and cavity drips from their rotting lips. Night falls, the children fold up their twenty-five cent stand and leave the lemon juice for the sweet-seeking hummingbirds. The children don't notice the grid in the sky. Glittering rows of nebulae and crescent stars framed the light-polluted navy; a hand imagined the constellations, drew them, and pasted each fraying corner, neatly, line to line, no coloring outside the lines, nothing left to the imagination. But wasn't that the point? To stare in wonder with someone you loved? Imagining, dreaming about the world beyond? Not a single corner/ piece was left unglued/ fluttering in the wind. There wasn't a single fluttering bit to peel back and reveal the ancient unknown wallpaper of the universe beneath. / I search for a cumulus to save me but I fall, finding the ground far too soon.

@camillagreen17

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