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he misses her 2 a.m. mockingbird songs
and the way they melted into the phone line crackle.
it's awfully quiet without her dime-store laughter,
& he's lost without his slaughterhouse northstar.
and the way they melted into the phone line crackle.
it's awfully quiet without her dime-store laughter,
& he's lost without his slaughterhouse northstar.
Literature
Hungrier
The trees are turning by and by; we can no longer claim
Innocent-by-stander-ship.
We are participants in this aging process,
So stop bleaching your face, please.
Let it flush and flake out your window.
Tomorrow comes;
Holding hands becomes pretentious.
We are the next generation,
Hurling our arms out of car windows,
Unfurling virgin wings as we pass everything on the interstate.
--
You've got me eating my cheeks
[Inside out]
Filling cavities with blood because
I'm afraid I've forgotten how it feels to swallow.
--
You've got me rubbing your neck,
Just so when I curl to sleep in the backseat,
The residual smell
Literature
Tired of Waking
she scrawled heaviness
onto slices of the moon
so she could feel light.
that one-way journey
made all of her bones dry up;
she stopped using them.
she became a leech,
feasting on prehistories
of those she still loves.
blood-letting used to
be the cure for everything.
now she is just a...
premeditated,
flashy, honeyed, ironic,
pretty way to die.
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Pretending to be Grown Up
She's sitting on the dirty bed,
dragging from unlit cigarettes.
Her fingers are curled into the
pillow.Her eyes rimmed with
smudged black eyeliner
and her lips a red smear
shes puffing imaginary smoke
rings into the the reflection in
the mirror.
She maybe thought she loved him,
yes those words might have passed
her parted lips. But they can't be
held against her, she was under the
influence of lust.With his dark
smouldering eyes and mischevious
smirk. And his crisp white button down
shirts that are now patterned
with her lip print kisses.
She glances with hooded eyes at
the steamy glass door of the showe
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Just a little I-don't-even-know-what.
Maybe you know they aren't a good person, aren't good for you, aren't good for anyone, but you can't help but miss them.
May scrap later... Thoughts?
Maybe you know they aren't a good person, aren't good for you, aren't good for anyone, but you can't help but miss them.
May scrap later... Thoughts?
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i see there's a widening gap and distance. even 'positive emotions' such as laughter turn into something negative. there's no escape except of escaping from that person. there's the one with the bad attitude and the one with the susceptible attitude to fall for people like that. the one who fall for character traits like that should thing about his own perception.