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I smile, oh so bitter-sweet.
like sugar on scones,
like salted cupcakes,
like pouring gasoline on flower-fields,
at least you'll have a nicely smelling hell.
(do burning flowers smell nice?)
I blink, oh so guilty-cent.
like a bloodied pacifier,
like a body in my locked room,
like hugging someone with daggers in your hands,
at least they won't die on their own.
(they'll be buried all alone though.)
I write, oh so many words.
like I'd ever trust them,
like my words would trust me,
like I could ever get them to come together,
at least, maybe, I can make myself to-get-her.
(I all wrighte seem in end to up wrong the order.)
like sugar on scones,
like salted cupcakes,
like pouring gasoline on flower-fields,
at least you'll have a nicely smelling hell.
(do burning flowers smell nice?)
I blink, oh so guilty-cent.
like a bloodied pacifier,
like a body in my locked room,
like hugging someone with daggers in your hands,
at least they won't die on their own.
(they'll be buried all alone though.)
I write, oh so many words.
like I'd ever trust them,
like my words would trust me,
like I could ever get them to come together,
at least, maybe, I can make myself to-get-her.
(I all wrighte seem in end to up wrong the order.)
Literature
anxiety (a little seed)
a little seed a bit of worry anxiety vision is blurry explodes to need and in a hurry a little seed a bit of worry here on a path I can't stop running it turns to wrath and more is coming no aftermath just constant humming a panicked laugh amount to nothing a little seed a bit of worry it does the deed and does it dirty anxiety that shit is thirsty a little seed a bit of worry here on this track my mind is racing under attack the ramparts bracing no turning back not with this pacing foundation's cracked it needs replacing a little seed a bit of worry anxiety no favor curried it sets the screed both judge and jury a little seed a bit of worry here on this path I can't stop running the pictures last their motives cunning I do the math see I'm succumbing no aftermath it's unbecoming a little seed a bit of worry it does impede meanwhile it scurries anxiety that shit is thirsty a little seed a bit of worry (1/27/24)
Literature
Borderline
when we dance [ among falling ashes - in tight grasp of sharp talons among dead flowers - our graveyard made of dry petals ] when we kiss [ sucking soul pieces from the bleeding chests a feast of sweetness - delight dripping off our lips when we love [ a war of angry senses - intoxicating touch of passion between your body and eternal void ] blurred borderline [ between what heart can withstand and what it craves for ]
Literature
In Silence
When you're set in stone Feeling right as rain Out all alone And you feel no pain When the time is right It drops down below There's no end in sight It comes, deep and slow It sinks into me It burns And I can't see It hurts When the need is gone Stretching far behind Left all alone Feeling sick inside When the time has come It drops down below There's no end in sight It comes, deep and slow It sinks into me It burns And I can't see It hurts
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