

HollowFor how long could I forget not to remember how the sunburn on my chest can stop my breath? How the thought of you leaks out with inhalation now the pain that is your life demands my grief?Hollow
Now the promise that I made to be your strength is as hollow as the void left by my heart beneath the ear that craved my words, your "good addiction", before the world became the toxin in your blood.


MindslipSometimes I forget not to remember the sunburn on my chest that stops my breathMindslip
But the thought of you leaks out with inhalation and the pain that is your life demands my grief.
It is a moment of indulgence often countered with whispered sighs, dry tears and joyless grin. Breathe on! Lift up, chest! Get heaving! Prepare to free the air - just let it go.


Non-MemoriesNon-MemoriesNon-Memories
You cried through our first kiss, I could taste your tears mingling with mine, I inhaled them with your scent and prayed they'd never stop -
Yes, I wanted you to cry.
I wanted to feel your heart Breaking beneath my fingertips and hear the catch of a sob In your desperate exhalations
I wanted you to cry...
I wanted us to share our tears, and asphyxiate you with my love Until the sun died its lonely death, I didn't want to let you go -
so yes, I wanted you to cry.


Cat and MouseI am an obsessive, possessive compulsive Besotted by your flawed brand of perfection, My love for you is a grasping fist - Crushing you, slowly suffocating, Squeezing the breath - and the resistance Cat and Mouse
from your lungs, from your soul Constriction breeds subtle friction,
You flail now and then like a landed fish,
But you cant escape me darling You cant get away because you dont want to, Your willpower has corroded, has eroded to dust
I am your heroin, killing you softly as the old song goes, Caressing your heart into fatal submission


untitled reality"reality sucks" he told me ---untitled reality
i feel untitled
mean ing less
just another flower in an overcrowded garden
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in front of a silent window i watch rain polish trees i watch
a leaf fall solitary alone
as a reader in a library
i wish we could get in bed with art gingerly hang our hearts forget about trying
the labor to maintain
forget the reality of us
but we can't it's there we're over
i shouldn't be writing this
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"Don't forget that I cannot see myself. My role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror." - French poet Jacques Rigaut
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Believe me, you're better off not thinking about my
I live on Free Rice.
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"I woke up today
I wish I felt something
The odour of my apathy
just might be true
I want to be the things I see
The pilgrim that is me
But I know I ain't that free..." - Suburban Me, IN FLAMES
(I'll pop over later to thank you for the watch
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Believe me, you're better off not thinking about my
I live on Free Rice.
untitled
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Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, I am the canvas.
--
my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art
©iampoetry
ღ
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Believe me, you're better off not thinking about my
I live on Free Rice.
Thank you for the
--
Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, I am the canvas.
--
my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art
©iampoetry
ღ
--
Believe me, you're better off not thinking about my
I live on Free Rice.
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