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why do we
strive to be
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gushing color of
rust nails in twisted hydrostats
mass murder for respect
reveals your festered majesty
keeps creeping worse than death
you grow in worshipped tendrils
lashed intense about the hulls
completely crushing carapaces
offering their souls
don't dare present your ardor
while the moon of blood contends
this clusterfuck of portents
makes the universe distend
expulsion of complacency
the gaslit thirst for god
the hopeless earth in revolution
eats itself to naught
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fleece allergy
she dips the ox-hair brush
into the coffee mug
filled with her own
eager blood,
slowly completes
the final arc
of the pentagram
kneeling in the middle
of the design, smeared red
on the slick hardwood floor
of her executive office,
a hundred black-flame candles dripping
with each breath,
her smile
everything in its
proper place, room glows
hazy red, metal chair legs
and support beams hum
with the nearing
she is focusing
on the rite,
channeling the depths
of hell, bidding them
to open up the floor
and swallow her,
to take her
she sneezes
and the room tilts sharply
the death-cloud lifts and
the metal rings brightly
as she is thrown up against
the office door;
coffee mug shatters but
instead of blood
the frosted glass
is blessed with
in the now blooming garden
in the center of the room,
a lamb
"oh hell."
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she pulls the cashmere
lower, isn't comfortable,
keeps her sleeves down,
turns her toes in, drops
her gaze, tries moving
just quick enough to
leave every eye behind.
she moves in time
cursed for its sloth,
tucks her purse in closer,
this time home finds her
pulse controlled,
street lets her go
without stealing some part
of her. she breathes
no worse now than
the morning's embark,
doesn't cry
in the dark.
she lets the hem
of her sweater go,
falls into a pile of blankets
on a dusty couch.
she does what she can
to feel worth
but she is aware
that tomorrow
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tender patterns
drawn up from
a welcome shiver,
fawning nuzzle
laps the river
bending with elysium's
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desert's lyre
those dumb fingertips
walked mute over dunes
left to ruin some
ages past
i don't know when
i was worn
to sand
still with
cursive sworn
asp skirts the storm
and sinks
deep fangs
sharped as such
no screams are heard
or worse
who owns
the throat
most quiet?
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in design
have seen the
future of
feeling like
blazing through
space and dear
innately align,
sum years all
arrowed, intent
no waver,
i'm meant
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this is the stream
it is all on fire
fucking dire
tire tracks in back lots
make it stop i'm uninspired
void and choirless
the abbey's lost it
left it tossed
diseased and optionless,
what a fucking mess
we are here in a ripped prom dress
and cracked slacks
back when stealing felt
like fireworks
and wheeling down the boulevard
was sparks on exposed rims
i asked you twice
to do me in
you lousy sinner
shove my brain stem
through the passenger side
window, why not
tie a knot
around my dearly loved
no one's rote
but everyone's
been written
jesus i
forgot what smitten feels like
graphite in the limbs
and ligaments that sting
when standing
what a piece of work
is handing the baton
i am no longer landing
on the side of caution
cause and affectations
bury me tonight
i am ruinous in light
and grosser yet in dark,
can you see
my derelict impart
flatter me and feel
what hopeless is,
the dearth of being
that exists before you
can not speak unless
the motive lifts
all i am is crisscrossed sig
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i don't assert
my existence,
know i am
witless enough
for us all.
here in the
falling i
throw up,
hands in uncertainty,
wrists in surrender,
feel the earth
punch through my
cowardly rhyme,
put in my place
between nebula, maggot,
and brine.
whine of the
gears of the
keeps us all drowned,
all silent,
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tied all waves
today i will
beckon them
pour into them
until glittering
i glow,
nightgown racing
through veins
my hips
uncharted by those
carve your
idols in my image,
write archives of
want, build civilizations
to tame me; frail love,
i'll be blunt:
i only
get off
when you're sunk.
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closed the picture
as quickly as he opened it,
blushed like
the world was watching.
god damn, she's amazing.
looked up, panicked.
no one around him
seemed to have noticed.
pushed his way
out of line,
desperate for
don't these people have homes?
found a quiet corner,
sat and fumbled with
his lockscreen.
checked for other souls again,
the produce aisle
how is this woman real?
gawked. stared until
an elderly woman walked too close.
startled, dropped the phone,
shattered the display.
aww come on...
picked up the phone
and was blinded.
light burst forth
from the fragments,
after a moment
the hand of the goddess
broke through
and gently cradled
his gaping chin.
"oh, little man.
you talked a big game
but here you reveal
your weakness. i had felt it
for a moment, thought it might
pass but here, with this accidental
sacrifice of glass
i see through you now.
little human,
you told me you were a god.
how does it feel
to be exposed?"
collapsed to the gr
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bated breath
i pushed your
waxed chest aside
in two parts,
beckoned for
your heart
to pulse out.
it complied,
feeble organ
just aching for
warmth; i swore
to provide it
as you fell
at my feet,
i considered
returning you to
no, i am not
yours, you cannot
be happy without
my touch.
and as such,
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dropped call
she cut through
the bathwater surface
like her words
through their hearts,
steam and lilies
gently floating,
glowing phone in hand.
"20 min away"
she stirred
with her left hand
in the water
and her right hand
in the cavity of his chest,
"god i need you"
she laughed
at the idea
of being needed-
no, my prey, you want me
because i have driven you
mad, because i am buried
in your veins deeper
than you know. you want me
like i want this bath
to cleanse me of all the world's
failures, like heat can purify
earth. you want me
because i allow you to.
"need you too"
"i love you"
she gasped,
slipped under the bubbled surface,
came up choking.
caught her breath
after a moment,
realized what happened,
reached for the
drowned phone.
"fuck. third one this week."
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in her palm it rested,
portal to every love
her lips could discover.
she texted back,
"come over, i need you"
and grinned at
the heart reply.
in her palm it buzzed
gently; twenty other suitors
as she basked
in their adoration,
in her palm it glowed,
brighter, brighter,
so bright it became
audible, loud and
awful. her grip
tightened, her nails
pressed through the screen,
into each of their minds;
she drank deep of lives
she never lived.
an overwhelming sense of
underwhelming love
in her modern pantheon of
misunderstood wooers
and she was their muse;
her golden laurel glimmered
with the discarded cores of men
and women alike
were what sustained her,
though tears ran down her face
to the insistent beat of
why, why
the soft tinkle of waiting faces
held between the limbo of
'unread' and 'read'
in her carefully constructed temple
of would-be heroes and damsels
trying to save her heart;
what would a sword know about
leaving people waiting -
is that too close a question
to one
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oh bless me into
look, it's dawn again
and new echoes sharpen,
stabbing with such fervor
i'm not left
oh pressures build like
color this bruise
with royal depth,
don't stop yet,
oh ultima, you
fucking bitch,
the wafer's gone
to hell again
and all i have
is fish.
occam drag me along
the chin of god,
let us pray
i don't draw
oh spacetime, i'm adrift in
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the price of knowing
look into
where i
should have
nothing is
left of
i descended
bidding all
horrors to
and louder
than the abyss,
i plummeted,
desperate pupil
of the darkest
for my hubris,
the demons
blessed me
with half a countenance,
blood from
the newfound cavern of
my face.
here in
the squalor i'd
hoped to escape
i ferment,
spat from hell
to rot,
but no fool
would dare deem me
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oviedomedina Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2018
Hey there man, I gotta thank you for the Watch, the feature and everything! Much appreaciated! :highfive:
HugQueen Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2018   Writer
Just wanted to let you know you're cool and stuff. :heart:
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peaseblossoms Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2018   Writer
happiest of (belated) birthdays to one of my favorite poets of all time!!!!! you’re absolutely wonderful and i hope you had an amazing day!! keep on gliitching :hug::heart:
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LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
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Have a blessed day, darling one. :heart:
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PeriodicFable Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2018   Writer
Charles, hope life is beautiful, and that you're having a wonderfully happy birthday. You deserve nothing less. :hug: Thanks for all the inspiration, honesty, and warm fuzzies. 
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