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letter

I had the chance to drown in your knowledge

I pulled away for reasons we will both never hear

I feel your smile as if its stained upon me.

My letter to you

you are not alone

I keep all the the voices in my head

we talk, I scream and they listen…reluctantly

a bit like you and me.

 

I’m still here to keep

I won’t be leaving anytime soon

but I can’t be yours as much as you were never mine.

I never cried as hard as you would have wanted, in fact i couldn’t cry at all

I just stared intensely at this page for months until I found a weapon.

 

My heart never shattered into pieces

I was never fragile enough for that, even if I wanted to be

I still beckon to be hurt by you

It would be easier to let go of our nothing we shared.

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grit

Smile dirty smile

pungent ash breath

smoke it in and cough it out

he splutters to the ground

his eyes hoarse and gills ripped open

he holds on but I cut off his grip

his thighs tighten as he trawls himself up

looking at me with regret

anger

he spits at me and grinds his teeth

exhales again and inhales death


soar

his life is but a trolley of succession

he keeps moving but his heart stays behind

he closes his eyes and lies back into the seat

soaring through the aisles

his head in a daze

a woven rapture paints across his gaze

smiles and lights

a barge of bluey greens

screaming he cries out for more

joy penetrates his being

his soul amplifies

and he just flies


1/2

If I can walk, I’m only half breathing

If I can shout, I’m only half crying

If I can, then I’m only half dying

he who does not know how to feel whole

can only feel in halves

measure feelings in halves

never feel whole heartedly, truly

he who feels in halves is always half smiling and half wondering…

that’s how it should be


harvest

You can see me smile

radiate a beam of blackened red

ripe flesh soldered against my teeth

taste the grit on my tongue

as I curse all the words I made

and I penetrate your throat

seizing every thought you wished to make

your lost inside me


push me

they want you to pound, reach harder

graft until it bleeds

till you bring that life in by the tongue and lash into this frost bitten world

they all want to see, they all want to see what they have you reduced to

to smile when they see you in your hovel

but they won’t live to reap the satisfaction


her face

her stubborn smile feeds her face

her buttered up cheeks sore to the stroke

her ripped nose, congested and condoled

her crushed velvet eyes like whole pies

her creaseless forehead, seamless soft as a sole

her prominent chin striking me bold

 

these are the things I see her for