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a poet or a cliche?she's a ballerina coated in black and whitea poet or a cliche?
she's an illusion
as she pirouettes down to her knees kissing the dirty wooden floor
she's got cut palms
and cigarettes burns on her cheeks she's a lunatic
but she loves it
she jumps down sand dunes
and sugar coats her poisonous words
whisky, a double
she begs
alcohol laces her tongue
as she licks the tips of her lips smiling with a certain glint
like the love between the moon
and the setting sun
she sings; looks don't matter
When your fac


i've missed hendrixmy test tube Heart is addicted to your Ironyi've missed hendrix
or was it Ivory, because your skin is Ivory with touches of Jealousy and my fingers touch your chest
making the spiders in our cobweb sing
Hercules told me to never give up
but its all Greek to me
so stop curling those Pretty Lips
and Kiss me
goodnight
we could go skiing
but i'm not sure your Fragile Bones could take it instead lets listen to Hendrix
and Fuck under the Stars
and Pretend we actually Matter
i'm eating unripe grapes to Cease my Appetite for you
you're


Counting down to dawnCounting down to dawn
iv.
There were no drains in the room as water spread around to the feel of silence. With fingers made of cold textiles he felt the silk of her hair and watched as her skin took on the color of fluorescent lights. He thought he saw her lashes flicker, but the quarter-sized bruises on her neck were just starting to show. Her hand now had the delicacy of marble as it rested just beyond the water's edge, the bathtub gleaming like a polished shell. The air weighed down with chloroform as he felt the stillness of dead leaves captured in a moment. His socks were wet and he shivered for an audience that couldn't see. It was autumn


I Miss YouI miss you. I miss you everyday. Not in a shallow, lustful way.I Miss You
With subtle pain, Don't mind admitting I sort of wish it was my mouth You were kissing.
You were, and are, Skin and bone, But you were
My skin. My bone.
You held my hand at night,
Quite tight. You kissed me.
You said I was stunning. I know not many girls would care but I did, I truly did.
The smell of your skin; One of the only guys I know Not yet drowning in a sea of antiperspirant.
My former frien


Tinyyou make me feel so smallTiny
that i could fit unfolded in your sweaty palm.
perhaps you'll take care not to crush my with galumphing
steps but in any case
pencil and pen tower above me
and snigger, over eager and nervous i ink my hardened hands, look from
one to the other and write my ode to you, in frantic script that does not become me, but is.
Have a great day!
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"even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. we can still do things."
i am jack's broken heart
kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
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