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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Incredibly, and indecently broken quite a lot of the time.
The softest
Sweet dreams, although I know you're not sleeping,
there's a tension in my head
that still feels your heart bleating.
The night turns our hands to rats
that go in search of ways to live
and survive on what's left in the
dream, that we've kept alive
Jeopardizing the softest nights sleep
for stolen warmth and midnight whispers
as I tell you that I love you
just so we can have forgotten by morning
quite how much really I push through
as this is difficult to word or say or even mean
but I know I need you incessantly
for all...
there's a tension in my head
that still feels your heart bleating.
The night turns our hands to rats
that go in search of ways to live
and survive on what's left in the
dream, that we've kept alive
Jeopardizing the softest nights sleep
for stolen warmth and midnight whispers
as I tell you that I love you
just so we can have forgotten by morning
quite how much really I push through
as this is difficult to word or say or even mean
but I know I need you incessantly
for all...
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This meant something to me, once
I can hear you breathe
Softest condensation on my neck
Hands grip the backs of my knees
I watch the swirls on the ceiling.
Thanking god for gravity
As there's a pressure in my waist
Louder
Getting louder still.
I'd fucking scream but there's no sense in that,
Trust me.
We fell so tall and flat,
This is it;
Condensation becomes kisses
And arms made to restrain
Are now made to soothe
I like it that way
But will never know what comes
After this.
Please don't go home
Leave me to...
Softest condensation on my neck
Hands grip the backs of my knees
I watch the swirls on the ceiling.
Thanking god for gravity
As there's a pressure in my waist
Louder
Getting louder still.
I'd fucking scream but there's no sense in that,
Trust me.
We fell so tall and flat,
This is it;
Condensation becomes kisses
And arms made to restrain
Are now made to soothe
I like it that way
But will never know what comes
After this.
Please don't go home
Leave me to...
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0-Bipolar in 60 seconds
3:51
This is it.
And its your hands that fall all over.
I wish I could fall all over
There's a pressure in my stomach that pleads with you to stay
but the sentiment in my skull wouldn't let us end that way.
please stay sweet- I want to taste you again, ever so soon.
Promise me you'll continue and i'll promise to continue too.
I can carry on so easy because all you've given me is so much more than what I had before,
and what I had was better than what I'd become accustomed.
So even the tiniest essence that remains, refrains, me falling to...
This is it.
And its your hands that fall all over.
I wish I could fall all over
There's a pressure in my stomach that pleads with you to stay
but the sentiment in my skull wouldn't let us end that way.
please stay sweet- I want to taste you again, ever so soon.
Promise me you'll continue and i'll promise to continue too.
I can carry on so easy because all you've given me is so much more than what I had before,
and what I had was better than what I'd become accustomed.
So even the tiniest essence that remains, refrains, me falling to...
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7/9/13
Thanks for saying I love you
because every time you do
I get one step closer to needing you
and even further away from living
because to be frank
living had little foreseeable purpose
before it became
living with you
which is something different entirely
it's purposeful maintenance of the human mind
I keep myself vaguely whole so that you in turn
can use me to keep yourself vaguely whole.
Then occasionally we eclipse to make something entirely together
and those are moments of beauty.
because every time you do
I get one step closer to needing you
and even further away from living
because to be frank
living had little foreseeable purpose
before it became
living with you
which is something different entirely
it's purposeful maintenance of the human mind
I keep myself vaguely whole so that you in turn
can use me to keep yourself vaguely whole.
Then occasionally we eclipse to make something entirely together
and those are moments of beauty.
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September 7th
There's an ominous death
lingering in my head
and for as long as I don't understand it
I'm dying
If happiness is fragmented
it sits like continents upon the sadness
never letting it go away
but doubling up
to form something
accessible
what happens in the gaps between the fragments
is of little sentiment
as I sit in the middle of a continent now.
I can only hope for my sake
that the heat from the molten rock
kills me instantly
and I don't have to overcompensate
for the feeling of falling between fragmented...
lingering in my head
and for as long as I don't understand it
I'm dying
If happiness is fragmented
it sits like continents upon the sadness
never letting it go away
but doubling up
to form something
accessible
what happens in the gaps between the fragments
is of little sentiment
as I sit in the middle of a continent now.
I can only hope for my sake
that the heat from the molten rock
kills me instantly
and I don't have to overcompensate
for the feeling of falling between fragmented...
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At Work
Curly hair still makes me jump
As do the dates on cakes
When they make me closer to you.
I've never been so self-indulgent
brash and pitiful
indignant or so critical.
I wouldn't sleep near this
needing nightmares to escape
the day
For so much of that I'm sorry.
Being covered in white hand prints signals the end
in so many ways
no one's touched me in a long time
but still I can't escape feeling like someone always has hold
entire control.
I can't throw myself into anything when all my body...
As do the dates on cakes
When they make me closer to you.
I've never been so self-indulgent
brash and pitiful
indignant or so critical.
I wouldn't sleep near this
needing nightmares to escape
the day
For so much of that I'm sorry.
Being covered in white hand prints signals the end
in so many ways
no one's touched me in a long time
but still I can't escape feeling like someone always has hold
entire control.
I can't throw myself into anything when all my body...
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The Effect of a Late Night
Don't think I can let you go anymore
not that I would have
just I maybe at a push could have.
There's an involuntary line
tying my toes to my side
it doesn't help me stay grounded much
but it cuts at me pleasantly
so I know when you're here and such.
I'd love to say there's a look you have
that makes my insides bubble
but lets be honest
I think I struggle
to not fall to pieces at all the looks.
You have a few;
creases in your lips
remind me how careless I'm being
I want to leave you perfect
intend to smooth out nothing...
not that I would have
just I maybe at a push could have.
There's an involuntary line
tying my toes to my side
it doesn't help me stay grounded much
but it cuts at me pleasantly
so I know when you're here and such.
I'd love to say there's a look you have
that makes my insides bubble
but lets be honest
I think I struggle
to not fall to pieces at all the looks.
You have a few;
creases in your lips
remind me how careless I'm being
I want to leave you perfect
intend to smooth out nothing...
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We're Nearly the Same
Please sleep tight
despite the lump in my voice tonight
There's eloquence
but who has time for that
my head's in revolution and
I couldn't get you caught up midway.
Admittedly this is pre-decided
it's whether or not I give my all
or how to approach
something with so much hope
something I could invariably adore
but not without giving away
little pieces of me some more.
I question if there's any left
since I don't make myself known
except when looking back
in fucking strength at what
i've done alone
but still that's...
despite the lump in my voice tonight
There's eloquence
but who has time for that
my head's in revolution and
I couldn't get you caught up midway.
Admittedly this is pre-decided
it's whether or not I give my all
or how to approach
something with so much hope
something I could invariably adore
but not without giving away
little pieces of me some more.
I question if there's any left
since I don't make myself known
except when looking back
in fucking strength at what
i've done alone
but still that's...
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Part II
I could fucking drown in the creases of your chest
or the lines between your nose and your lips
there's a genuine danger
I might have to cry
next time your fingers walk that circular dip
along my neck
People try for better, so I suppose i'm lucky
to wait and settle for something I didn't understand
in the hope it would turn out perfect
it didn't
but in ways that's the most perfect
I could ask for
ever.
There's a clamp in the back of my mind,
where I was prepared to put everything i'd ever thought of you
in the hope it...
or the lines between your nose and your lips
there's a genuine danger
I might have to cry
next time your fingers walk that circular dip
along my neck
People try for better, so I suppose i'm lucky
to wait and settle for something I didn't understand
in the hope it would turn out perfect
it didn't
but in ways that's the most perfect
I could ask for
ever.
There's a clamp in the back of my mind,
where I was prepared to put everything i'd ever thought of you
in the hope it...
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Part I
I may as well purge my souls and
fucking pack up bags of guts
become the charles manson
of love and other shit and make
my peace with loneliness
breaking other peoples happiness
who fucking needs happiness
if it only ever shows you how sad you can be.
I should sleep with the streets
and develop this worthlessness I teach
there ARE people who would have me
probably even for a price but does money
make something valuable or invaluable in this case
I'd pay to have you dead then I could
pretend that you were mine
somewhere along...
fucking pack up bags of guts
become the charles manson
of love and other shit and make
my peace with loneliness
breaking other peoples happiness
who fucking needs happiness
if it only ever shows you how sad you can be.
I should sleep with the streets
and develop this worthlessness I teach
there ARE people who would have me
probably even for a price but does money
make something valuable or invaluable in this case
I'd pay to have you dead then I could
pretend that you were mine
somewhere along...
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I don't believe in anything
At risk of wavering
or labouring.
The heaviness on my lip hasn't lessened
I wouldn't call it stiff, just pleasant.
There's a strength in stability and promenence
I can look but mutable ideas gain me nothing
what's needed is a sense of independence
but what does the word mean
if I've chosen my preference.
Diagonal splits- my mind cant agree with the other side
I can only turn on myself
but does that show personal strength
or helplessness
This reflection suggests
I'm perhaps more than I was when I left
except I was...
or labouring.
The heaviness on my lip hasn't lessened
I wouldn't call it stiff, just pleasant.
There's a strength in stability and promenence
I can look but mutable ideas gain me nothing
what's needed is a sense of independence
but what does the word mean
if I've chosen my preference.
Diagonal splits- my mind cant agree with the other side
I can only turn on myself
but does that show personal strength
or helplessness
This reflection suggests
I'm perhaps more than I was when I left
except I was...
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I'm Not Through
Supposing this means sorry:
I'm flimsy in a serated sort of way
jagged edged to hurt you and then myself.
I've only ever waited for myself,
never you.
Grand High Bitch wasn't even patient enough for that.
It feels like
angry, blank, red, alone, blank, black, teary, blank, blank, pathetic, red, blank, self-loathing,
blank.
Everything falls back to nothing,
but I barely remembered what nothing felt like.
You were always so secure
celophane eyes to wrap up my problems
now
you help create them
or do I.
I'm selfish at...
I'm flimsy in a serated sort of way
jagged edged to hurt you and then myself.
I've only ever waited for myself,
never you.
Grand High Bitch wasn't even patient enough for that.
It feels like
angry, blank, red, alone, blank, black, teary, blank, blank, pathetic, red, blank, self-loathing,
blank.
Everything falls back to nothing,
but I barely remembered what nothing felt like.
You were always so secure
celophane eyes to wrap up my problems
now
you help create them
or do I.
I'm selfish at...
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