i call a strange woman named anne
50 years old and she tells me she knows how i am feeling
tell me how to forget
i beg her
tell me how to stop throwing up in the shower
stop the blood rushing down the drain
she said let it caulk and let it rust
let your heart rest on the butcher block
someday you will stop chopping yourself up
someday his little men will leave your head
until then you can call this number anytime
this is anonymous remember
we will rotate, everyday you can anonymously bleed to another
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i found men with garbage on their backs in the city
they carried typhoons in their eyes
they kissed my navel and told me honey watch out
in alleyways i was asked to pluck out my heart
as you stopped all the clocks and timed my song
and my heart among the cigarette butts sang out:
i am rich in symbolism and rich in watermarks
i am rich in scars i once counted across your back
i am rich in spaces between us
and a mendicant in love
there are beggars crawling in the city
the sky above us is black lightning, alive, fuming
i detach my heart and sell it for a piece of the rotting sky
i find men with promises strapped to their backs
ive heard it all before
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"And I chomp on the Bit
like a dog
I'm a
*****.
and I Bark at the PostMan
The Weather Man the Rain
Man.
and I whimper like pussy like puppy
- like *****
Wounded, I
Sharpen my canines on Wood. On
Birds.
I bite like ***** on the Bone
on your Thigh
Delicious, I lick my lips
and I cry
I have no tears, ***** I swallow
I sigh"
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i am so wrong like a broken branch on the ground that someone steps on, out of place, a mistake, and i crackle like gunfire
there are wounds in the trees and they bleed maple like red in the sky like peach squished in my palms
frustrated, i tear everything off like lightning speed like how fast you left in a plane
lightning, like sputtering tears, vomit on the glass, there's nothing to pass on to you
stupid, spending hours with silver gel pens making you something and all the stars fell on the floor
and you were overwhlemed until tears climbed up my throat and my hands shook
because i could not understand how the sky had suddenly fallen in
how everyone had died
and i wondered through ruins
through gates made of moss
walked across the top of the gate, on jagged glass
mother****ing stupid cunt, plain and ragged
i tear my clothes off
faster faster until i knot
until everything breaks and i fall with headphones slapped to my ears to forget your voice
with my hands around water trying to grasp an ocean
you are nowehere to be seen in someone else's arms like sighs and moans like pleasure perfuming the night and i choke i keep choking on my tears on my self-hatred, it keeps beeping, like a reminder, like stains like the smell of me wet and musty waiting weeping
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we r allowd to say cunt?
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i feel so lost on this thread which hovers just above the twilight zone of sanity and insanity.i shudder with the thought of trespassing the dark abyssmal depths of the depravity.why can i not understand.i must be so dumb.sighz
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SO much..
This Wide, ( I open my arms to show
You the world) and
This high
(you can't get over it).
You are weeping as
the Sun Shines
Your tears, They evaporate
when you
inhale
and they turn into magic, sorcery for
lovers, can you
even comprehend
It?
"Fumbling to make contact" My Love..
You are
so distant
now..
My Love, Stop.
The end
is So far.
You can never grasp it. Armageddon in
your
Eyes. Eternity floods and trickles
to your
Lips
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because im so tired of stumbling alone
feeling my pain grow in your mind
i hope you’re germinating in me
in blind moments of kaleidoscopic pain
when i metastasize into black fireworks
into shattering glass colors
and tear through all the silk walls in my life
i keep seeing you
delicate origami
I folded you secretly into my tear ducts
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i want air
all my lost nights rolling up in a limousine i never could afford
a door opening onto the ocean floor
can we dance to that steady thump thump
when diamonds are cutting into our nasal passages
are my fish scales shimmering bright enough
and when the blue explodes your head apart
can i act as your beacon to the shore
swim your wet fish stink parts home
I
roving spotlight over the sea of bodies
writhe.
a pressure generator feeding the vibe
leaching from my cold blood
i feel obscenely and fashionably electric
in this robot dance that never ends
i need air
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Words. Mine, they;
they stutter one after
the
other
and I cannot compete. You
Win and I
Loose.
Intricate, you are the shape
that clouds make - those summer nights, when
I am lying
back. My head, it touches
you. Your hair, Mine.
My dreams, they are dancing
in your eyes
and they are singing
hymns. religious and Profound.
so delicately intricate, they shatter
under
eye-lashes. Blink.
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wrong forum ladies